Grab the weed, I got a story to tell
A couple years ago it was Christmas night
Back in my hometown, Wells
The snowfall about an inch an hour
And on the road, just our pickup truck and snow plows
After familial obligations
Me and my man Phil met up to start blazin
Around eight, sparked the backwoods on the backroads
The windshield blew the smoke like sachmo
I asked, "How was your Christmas," he said, "It sucked,"
I asked, "Why?" he said, "Man my sister's fucked
And if that slut died tonight, it wouldn't be enough"
I asked for an explanation, he just took another puff
Handed it to me, I told him, "Mine wasn't better
I just got a couple corny ass sweaters
And my family embarrassed me because apparently
Getting arrested twice in a month is worthy of a parody
Just then, turned on the bear den, all whipped
With a woman and a kid in a ditch
Volkswagen, the color of cocaine
With the front end buried inside of the snowbank
Temperature's near zero, man, it isn't May
No reception out here to call Triple A
It's safe to say if Phil and I hadn't drove by
This lady and her son coulda frozen and died
We put the woods in the ashtray
Stopped the truck, put the gloves on
Hopped out in the shit and walked that way
We asked if we could help
She said, "Oh thank God, yes!" she looked blazed herself
Her son shivered in the passenger, wearing his seat belt
He looked to be about twelve
We said, "No prob," the son said, "You're our guardian angels"
We laughed and moved the truck at an angle
We hooked the chains up and put her in drive
We had em out faster than a first pitch pop fly
It was all thank you's and huggin
Coulda sworn I smelled rum on the breath of the woman
Nonetheless, I gave her son a high five, said bye
Hopped up into the truck and drove into the night
Never told anybody about the good deed of the two duded in hoodies
I wish the story ended there
I woke the next morning with the sun
Reflecting off the snow in the yard out front
I felt fine in my flannel sheets
The day after a snowstorm tends to bring clarity
And a shit load of shovelin
I was still livin at the home that my mother's in
I pulled the covers off, I felt quite alive
As I reached for my phone that I had on silent
And this was years ago now, but I recall
I saw sixteen texts, thirty-one missed calls
I knew something was awry
I ran downstairs, mom, tears in her eyes
And her mouth was agape, starin at the tv
I said, "What happened?" I knew somethin was creepy
She just pointed at the screen
I walked down next to her to see, and I saw it
Two dead in a drunk driving crash in Wells
A woman twenty-two, and a boy age twelve
One survivor was in critical condition
It was the mother of the boy, they think she had been drinkin
The scene on the screen looked grimy
A white Jetta bisected by a pine tree
In the background, a green Jeep flipped
I put my hand to my mouth and said, "Jesus"
As I recognized the sugar loaf sticker
On the back of the Jeep that belonged to Phil's sister
The whole scene flashed blue and red lights
Illuminating Christmas night
My heart sunk like a plane with no wings
Because I understood the whole thing
My heart sunk like a plane with no wings
Broken
I mean, what if we had left them in the ditch?
What if we never burn cruised, and we were good kids?
What if Phil was a bad dude like everybody thought
Because he sold pot and we had never even stopped and helped them?
What if I'd questioned that mom?
What if Phil's sister and the boy weren't gone?
What if that right that we did wasn't wrong?
What if so on and so on until the break of dawn?
Just another Christmas song
Just another Christmas song
Going on and on and on and on and on
It goes on and on and on and on and it goes on
Just another Christmas song
Going on and on and on and on and on
Life goes on and on and on and on
This is just another Christmas song