Winter's callin'
Through the ice and snow
From a truckstop payphone
Along the Yellowhead road

Her eyes are full of crystal
She's barely skin and bone
Driftin' down the highway
With someone she don't know
It's getting close to Christmas
But she won't be goin' home
Again
This year

Skin is crawlin'
As she counts her change
Another teenage heartbreak
Lookin' twice her age

The artic winds come howlin'
With the ghosts of Christmas past
Frozen tears upon the snow
Like flowers made of glass
Broken in the dead of night
Without a second glance
Again
And again
And again