Woke up Christmas morning

Angel said to me "pack your bags tonight"

Just a child of five I used to lie awake and think about the silent life

I made a telephone call to Jesus

Is it true you'll never leave us

Is it true you'll throw them all out the door

I made a telephone call to Jesus

Is it true you'll never leave us

Is it true you'll throw them all out the door

Out the door

You see I'm just a little man

I can do a little dance

I can sing a little song

Have I done so wrong

Lord I know you've got a gun I can't outrun

I'm still that little boy haunted by thoughts in the middle of the night

Is it true?

Out the door

Out the door

Lord help me now

Lord help me now

Am I going, going down...