I've always been so into Christmas
Still get excited in November
But the mince pies don't taste as sweet now
And all the tinsels lost its shimmer

Predictably chasing my nostalgia
Just for a taste of festive cheer
Often I go to where I grew up
And just as I feel I might be near

I cannot shake the feeling
Lying alone on my Mum's couch

I'd rather be home for Christmas
Oh yes I'd rather be home for Christmas
With you of course

So if I ever find myself there
Chasing the sparks in memories
I will just picture you out walking
Dragging a tree to where we live

Trying to please this Christmas boy here
Hopelessly caught up in the past
Cos stockings filled with oranges and coronation streets
Have nothing on the freedom when it's only you and me

And I'll always think to myself
If I'm anywhere else

I'd rather be home for Christmas
Oh yes I'd rather be home for Christmas with you
I'd rather be home for with you