Every Second Year

I'll never get over

Christmas without you every second year

And I wonder how long I'll

Miss all the arguments 'bout politics and music clips

And Dylan is not the genius

You always make him out to be

But I wish like anything

I was listening to Dylan with you

Under the tree

So I play my kids “Don't Think Twice”

Like you do when you're here

Every second year

I'm missing the real thing

The smell of good weed and wealth so obscene

Champagne in the morning

The heat on my skin

The lake that we jump in

And Sharon's upset 'cause the house got all wet

When the kids played under the hose

Man, I'd give anything, to trade this year in

And be there, getting under her nose

So I'll smoke a joint and I'll go to bed

'Cause that's what you'd do if you were here

Every second year

There's no religion

We don't go to church

But it's holy communion for me

So just like you would

I'll turn up the music

And I'll drink till no one is here

Every second year