[Music & Lyrics: Paul O'Neill, Jon Oliva]
He believed in the things
That he always thought he knew
And had done all
the things
That he always wanted to do
Collecting
Each thing reflecting his worth
But now he pondered
How he had wandered
this earth
For we all seem to give our lives away
Searching for things that we think we must own
Until on this
evening
When the year is leaving
We all try to find our way home
He had time or at least then he
Always thought he
did
And mistakes, well, he thought that time
Always would forgive
Each transgression
For his
intention
Forgetting
Years he squandered
On things he now was regretting
For we all seem to give our lives
away
Searching for things that we think we must own
Until on this evening
When the year is leaving
We all try to find our way
home
For we all seem to give our lives away
Searching for things that we think we must own
But on this evening
When the
year is leaving
I think I would be alright
If on this Christmas night
I could just find my way home
THERE IS SOMETHING
ABOUT THIS NIGHT
THAT THE LORD HAS ARRANGED
THAT REACHES DEEP INTO OUR SOULS
AND CAUSES US TO WANT TO CHANGE
AND ANGELS
KNOW THINGS ABOUT US
THAT NO ELSE CAN KNOW
AND THIS ANGEL'S HEART IT FORMED A PLAN
AND THEN CAUSED THE NIGHT TO SNOW