Merry Christmas From An Empty Bed - Rodney Crowell, Brennen Leigh

That artificial Christmas tree my baby left behind

I told her when she brought it home it suited me just fine

I can’t believe one little lie still haunts me to this day

But what else can I say?

She’s the one that got away

The evergreen seems pointless for a tired old fool like me

The fake one more resembles now the man I’ve come to be

And anyway the slowly turning colors of the wheel

Reminds me how I feel

This really can’t be real

Red, yellow, green

Green, yellow, red

Merry Christmas from an empty bed

Outside my window all the streets are covered up with snow

Somehow I thought believing in our love would make it grow

And God knows faith can cover up a multitude of sins

But you wouldn’t let me in

I trim the tree again

In red, yellow, green

Green, yellow, red

Merry Christmas from an empty bed

So she learned to read my lies like tea leaves in a cup

And here it is, that time of year to put that thing back up

I guess I’ve grown accustomed to the artificial glow

And now she’ll never know

How much I loved her so

Red, yellow, green

Green, yellow, red

Merry Christmas from an empty bed