Oh little town of Bethlehem. Looks like another silent night. Above your deep and dreamless sleep. A giant star lights up the sky. And while you're lying in the dark.
There's an old man living in the back of your woods tonight. You forgot he was even there, but you've never slipped his mind. He's living off of scraps of you you never knew you left behind.
Somewhere between the hot and the cold. Somewhere between the new and the old. Somewhere between who I am and who I used to be. Somewhere in the middle you'll find me.
It's crowded in worship today. As she slips in. Trying to fade into the faces. The girl's teasing laughter is carrying farther than they know. Farther than they know.
A corner office was his dream. More like a prison now it seems. Somewhere on the corporate climb. He left his warrior behind. Now he's just a worker at a daily grind.
She is running. A hundred miles an hour in the wrong direction. She is trying. But the canyon's ever widening. In the depths of her cold heart. So she sets out on another misadventure just to find.