Come Home to Me - American Authors

Lyrics by：Zac Barnett/Matt Sanchez/Dave Rublin

Produced by：Matt Sanchez/American Authors

All the candles lit in the windows

The house is covered in neon lights

The cousins all came in their PJs

But still something don't feel right

Everyone's working in the kitchen

Cooking up some good memories

Making key lime pie just how you liked

As if nothing had changed

Ooh

Ooh

Oh this holiday feels familiar

But it ain't the same

This Christmas all I wish is you to come home to me

Oh this holiday keeps on shining

Bright but my hearts gray

This Christmas all I wish is you to come home to me

Come home to me

Hm-mm mm mm

You up and left on Easter Sunday

No good reason just time to go

As I gently kissed your forehead

You said "I'll see ya on down the road"

But now I can't watch Christmas football

I can't sing oh silent night

I can't drink mulled wine without a tear in my eye

'Cause you're not by my side

Ooh

Ooh

Oh this holiday feels familiar

But it ain't the same

This Christmas all I wish is you to come home to me

Oh this holiday keeps on shining bright

But my hearts gray

This Christmas all I wish is you to come home to me

Come home to me

Yeah

Ooh

Ooh-ooh

Oh this holiday feels familiar

But it ain't the same

This Christmas all I wish is you to come home to me

Oh this holiday keeps on shining bright

But my hearts gray

This Christmas all I wish is you to come home to me

Come home to me