You woke up in a strange mood In a room with a thousand candles around A taste of cinnamon bread in your mouth And trees and stars and angels and love You should have known all along That ride's not good on your own Alone Last time I gave you my heart But the very next day, you were off with a sleigh Wake me up before you go, go, go Tonight we're heading off to the pole You should have known all along That ride's not good on your own You had frost bitten feet when you got home Home, home, home