Another Christmas (Old Borego) - Switchfoot

I’ve seen snow on Christmas Eve

Gracing frosted evergreens

After most the trees go brown

I’m still standing

I’ve been miles away from home

Trapped in Charles Dickens poems

I’ve been freezing in this town

But I’m still standing

It’s almost New Year, San Diego

Another Christmas in Old Borego

Face down in a little white shack

In the back room

This town is a thirty-five Ford in a bad mood

In a bad mood

I hear you when I’m asleep

Missy, you’re the love I keep

But I still got no cash to send in my pocket

It’s been months since we first kissed

But your face is what I miss

And I keep your picture bent in my pocket

Hey, yeah, it’s almost New Year, San Diego

Another Christmas in Old Borego

Face down in a little white shack

In the back room

This town is a thirty-five Ford in a bad mood

In a bad mood

Face down in a little white shack

In the back room

This town is a thirty-five Ford in a bad mood

In a bad mood