Looking from my window on the freshly fallen snow
That sparkles as it tumbles upon the street below
The crackle of the fire is laughing in my ear
The room is warm and sleepy and I wish you could be here

Sundays in this town there's no not a lot for me to do
I've been listening to some records and my thoughts return to you
I try to read the paper, but the words aren't very clear
Oh, I know there's something missing and I wish you could be here

I keep listening for your footsteps or your key turned in the door
I sure could use your company but we've been through that before
I think the winter's gonna last a long time this year
I've got lots of empty time to kill and I wish you could be here