(Da-da-da, da, da, da)
(Da-da-da, da, da, da)
(Where we met on Christmas Eve)

She's an aristo, I'm working class
And I treated her real bad
I never got to apologize
About the man who made you sad
I know I said a lot 'cause I was wired
When you're young, you're a machine
We were drinkin' with the Idlewild
In the days of speed
And we met on Christmas Eve

We drank until the mornin' light
Like we were never goin' home
And we sang a song a million sing
Just like we scored a goal
I must've made promises I couldn't keep
But if you trust the fool, then the fool you will be
But I looked into your eyes and sold you a dream
Then we fled the scene where we met on Christmas Eve

And then I moved into her big old house
I never been to Saint John's Wood
There were movie stars and media types
We were all up to no good
And we all said a lot 'cause we were wired
Body twisted where we weave (body twisted where we weave)
We were livin' with the Idlewild
In the days of speed
And we met on Christmas Eve

We drank until the mornin' light
Like we were never goin' home
And we sang a song a million sing
Just like we scored a goal
I must've made promises I couldn't keep
But if you trust the fool, then the fool you will be
But I looked into your eyes and sold you a dream
Then we fled the scene where we met on Christmas Eve

I know who you're with
I know where you are
I know you found love and you deserved it
I was just a kid
But I know what I did
I ask for forgiveness if I'm worth it

We drank until the mornin' light
Like we were never goin' home
And we sang a song a million sing
Just like we scored a goal
I must've made promises I couldn't keep
But if you trust the fool, then the fool you will be
But I looked into your eyes and sold you a dream
Then we fled the scene where we met on Christmas Eve

(Da-da-da, da, da, da)
(Da-da-da, da, da, da)
(Where we met on Christmas Eve)
(Da-da-da, da, da, da)
(Da-da-da, da, da, da)
(Where we met on Christmas Eve)

Copyright: Peermusic Publishing, Universal Music Publishing Group
Writer(s): Karl Peter Brazil, Robert Peter Williams, Timothy Grant Metcalfe