THREE WEEKS FROM CHRISTMAS
(Duane Jarvis)
Duane Jarvis - 1994


As I left your house 
Think it was a quarter to three 
You said do us both a favor 
Try to not call me 
Thought to myself as I closed the door 
Thought about what you said 

Now it's three weeks from Christmas 
It's getting colder 
I just can't wait until May 

As I drove home 
Streets always look just the same 
The only thing that ever changes 
Is the way that we play this game 
Thought to myself as I pulled into the driveway 
Thought about what you said 

Now it's three weeks from Christmas 
It's getting colder 
I just can't wait until May 

Three weeks from Christmas 
It's getting colder 
I just wait untill May 

Boston's cold 
But California's colder 
Colder than a night in New York 
Not a Philadelphia phone call 
Was that night 
That the thermometer froze 

(Solo Guitar Break) 

I woke up remembering a dream I once had 
Was a guy with a girl 
Looked just like you 
So much that it just made me mad 
Screamed out loud as I jumped out of bed 
Thought about what you said 

Now it's three weeks from Christmas 
It's getting colder 
I just can't wait until May 

Now it's three weeks from Christmas 
It's getting colder 
I just can't wait until May 

Now it's three weeks from Christmas 
It's getting colder 
I just can't wait until May