Vanessa-Chantal - Second Chances Under the Mistletoe

I saw your truck parked down by Miller’s Creek, Thought about the words we couldn't speak. Ten years gone, but when you look my way, It feels like yesterday was yesterday. You walked up slow with snow upon your coat, Carrying a quiet, unspoken note. The town changed names, the old oak tree grew tall, But some sweet things don't really change at all. Standing on the porch where we used to dream, Fairy lights casting a golden gleam. Looking in your eyes, I see the light, Warmest feeling on a winter night. Second chances under the mistletoe! Letting all the old heartaches go. Wrapped up tight against the freezing cold, Holding onto love worth more than gold. Yeah, the best gift waiting at my door, Is finding what we lost... and so much more. You held my hand and whispered in the dark, Rekindling that same old gentle spark. No more running from the things we feared, Now that all the storm clouds finally cleared. Standing on the porch where we used to dream, Fairy lights casting a golden gleam. Looking in your eyes, I see the light, Warmest feeling on a winter night. Second chances under the mistletoe! Letting all the old heartaches go. Wrapped up tight against the freezing cold, Holding onto love worth more than gold. Yeah, the best gift waiting at my door, Is finding what we lost... and so much more. Time can heal a broken heart, they say... And lead us right back home on Christmas Day. Second chances under the mistletoe! Letting all the old heartaches go! Wrapped up tight against the freezing cold, Holding onto love worth more than gold! Yeah, the best gift waiting at my door, Is finding what we lost... and so much more. Under the mistletoe... Welcome home.