How he tried to be kind for the guests at his table But the snow and the depths of his mind Left him cold and unable So he took his coat and he grabbed his keys And drove, going nowhere it seems By the flashing lights and the hoarish trees dressed in gold Run from green To the house on the end of a street With a door and a window And he sat in the car, on his seat And he watched through the snow "At the perfect fall, what a perfect scene", he thought She looks happy it seems With a paper crown, she's a Christmas queen, a Christmas queen "It's left," said the girl at the car, but the queen did not notice And she turned to the man on her arm "Is this all that there is?" And she cut her mouth and the words poured out She cried, "I'm not happy inside" And she grabbed her coat and she took her keys A share for we're free