"Driving Home For Christmas" lyrics

"Driving Home For Christmas"

I'm driving home for Christmas
Oh, I can't wait to see those faces
I'm driving home for Christmas, yea
Well I'm moving down that line
And it's been so long
But I will be there
I sing this song
To pass the time away
Driving in my car
Driving home for Christmas

It's gonna take some time
Top to toe in tailbacks
Oh, I got red lights on the run
So I sing for you
Though you can't hear me
When I get through
And feel you near me
Driving in my car
Driving home for Christmas

Driving home for christmas
With a thousand memories
I take a look at the driver next to me
And he's just the same
He's just the same

Top to toe in tailbacks (I'm driving home for Christmas)
Oh, I got red lights on the run (I can't wait to see those faces)
I'm driving home for Christmas (driving home for Christmas)
Get my feet on holy ground (feet on holy ground)
So I sing for you
Though you can't hear me
When I get through
And feel you near me
Driving in my car
Driving home for Christmas
Driving home for Christmas
Driving home for Christmas
With a thousand memories
Driving home for Christmas
Driving home for Christmas


Writer(s): Chris Rea
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