

I’ve been driving since the daylight
Through the hills and falling snow
Got a thermos on the dashboard
And a hundred miles to go
Every town looks like a memory
Every road feels like I’ve been And I keep thinking ’bout that
porch light
Waiting somewhere up ahead
I’m going home for Christmas I’m going home tonight
There’s a place beside the kitchen And a porch light burning bright
I’ve been gone a little too long
But I know where I belong
I’m going home for Christmas
And I’m almost home
There’s an old church by the highway
With the bells ringing down the hill
There’s a little store still open
And the town is standing still
I pass the fields I grew up near
And the road begins to bend
Funny how a mile from home
You start feeling young again
Some things change while you’re away
Some things stay the same
The people sitting at that table Still remember your name
And maybe that’s what home is Not a house or a hometown
It’s knowing when you walk through that door Somebody’s glad you’re around
I’m going home for Christmas
I’m going home tonight
I can see that old familiar porch Shining through the night
I’ve been gone a little too long
But I know where I belong I’m going home for Christmas And
I’m almost home I’m going home for Christmas
And the miles are nearly gone
There’s a light on in the window And somebody’s waiting on I’ve
been carrying this feeling Every mile I’ve driven on I’m going home
for Christmas
I’m going home (home...)
The porch light’s up ahead
The road is almost gone
I’ve been looking for that light
All the way home