Streetlights blur like stars in wine, December hums in amber time. Windows glow, the world feels kind, I leave the long year far behind. The radio plays something low, A velvet voice, a steady flow, I feel the night begin to slow, As home pulls closer, mile by mile. Coats and laughter, clinking glass, Old regrets I let them pass, Tonight the heart remembers how To rest, to breathe, to just be now. I’m coming home through the snowlight, Warm hands waiting, candles bright. Every road leads soft and slow, To love I’ve always known. Let the world spin outside tonight, Here the fire burns just right. I’m coming home through the snowlight, And everything feels right. Chocolate steam and cinnamon, Stories told and told again. Every chair knows who I am, Every song still understands. Time sways gently, side by side, Like dancers in a winter tide, No rush, no race, no need to hide, Just heartbeats keeping time. Outside the cold may call my name, Inside, the same old love remains. I’m coming home through the snowlight, Every step feels calm and right. Hold this moment, let it glow, Like music moving slow. When the year is closing tight, This is where the soul stays light. I’m coming home through the snowlight, And everything feels right. Streetlights fade, the night lets go, Home at last… let the music slow.
