There is no Christmas there in Aleppo
As a matter of fact, there is no one there
Sitting on my couch and watching the videos
A can of coca-cola in my hand
Maybe just one drink was all I demand
Somebody was waiting for something we didn't know
Some kind of joke or some kind of miracle
Um... The story's never been told
Um... The story was way too old
Um... How could we ever know?
The place we never went, the child we never met
Were on the news again, my coffee turned cold
The gunman's dead now, war hasn't come yet
The blood won't spill on me, at least I was told
Um... The story has been told
Um... The story has been too old
Um... How could we possibly know?
Um... Buy something tomorrow
Um... There's ain't any snow
Um... Have to close my windows
Turn off the radio
There is no Christmas there in Aleppo
As a matter of fact, there is no one there
Sitting on my couch and watching the videos
A can of coca-cola in my hand