This song was written and recorded by Randy Stonehill… included on his album, Return To Paradise.

Randall Evan “Randy” Stonehill (born March 12, 1952) is an American singer and songwriter from Stockton, California. He is best known as one of the pioneers of Contemporary Christian music. His music is primarily folk rock in the style of James Taylor, but some of his albums have focused on new wave, pop, pop rock, roots rock, and children’s music.

I have long been a fan of Randy Stonehill.
This song was an odd addition to this album… a dark Christmas song among Contemporary Christian music. But, this song has stuck with me throughout the years. It describes what Christmas is for many people… loneliness and hopelessness. That’s too bad…
Bible Reference… Luke 2:14; John 3:16; Romans 6:23; 1Timothy 1:15,16; Titus 3:4-7

They got Christmas Muzak piped in through the ceiling,
and the refills of coffee are always for free.
And the waitress on graveyard, and the surly night manager,
are wishing that all of us losers would leave.
There’s a star on the sign at the Texaco Station,
like the star long ago on that midnight clear.
As I look all around at these cold, empty faces,
I doubt that you’d find many wise men here…

        And I’m dreaming about a silent night, holy night… when things were alright.
        And I’m dreaming about how my life could have been… if only, if only, if only….

        TAG 1:
        But, somewhere down the road I gave up that fight.
        Merry Christmas… it’s Christmas at Denny’s tonight.

Once I had a home, and a wife and a daughter;
had a company job, earning middle-class pay.
Then Lisa got killed by a car near the schoolyard,
and my wife started drinking just to get through each day.
I will never forget that little red wagon, turning to rust all alone in the rain.
One morning, I flagged down a truck on the highway;
I just couldn’t bear to go back there again. (CHORUS)

        TAG 2:
        Well, it’s not just the blind man who loses his sight.
        Merry Christmas… it’s Christmas at Denny’s tonight.

        They say “life’s made of cruel circumstance… fate plays the tune and we dance;
        dance ‘til we drop in the dust, and we’re gone.” And the world just goes on…

The cop at the counter, he’s the guardian angel;
he watches these orphans through dark-mirrored shades.
And the register rings like a bell sadly tolling,
for the fools we’ve become and the price that we paid.
Oh, when I was a boy, I believed in Christmas; miracle season to make a new start.
I don’t need no miracle, sweet Baby Jesus;
just help me find some kind of hope in my heart. (CHORUS)

        TAG 3:
        But, I’ll still be here at the morning’s first light.
        Merry Christmas… it’s Christmas at Denny’s tonight.


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