Ben Folds Me And Maurice Lyrics

Christmas Eve
A silver blanket spreads into the night
Distant sounds of bells and laughter
Plastic joy and light

Past floor plan variations
More or less the same
I walk Maurice
And a full green bag of shame
Giant inflatable Santa Clauses
Smile and wave
As we head back through the snow
Through the dark and down the lane
Where me and Maurice
We're digging a hole
The yard's on a freeway
We don't know where it goes
Santa Monica, maybe
Or all the way to the North Pole

Wherever the sun is rising
Blurry and bizarre
Last night's air pump Santas are all face up in the yards
Frozen and deflated
Hungover and sad Do they remember Christmas past
And all the fun we had?

You think that life is always gonna be one way
And in a minute it turns on a dime
Now it's just me and Maurice
We're gonna be fine

'Cause me and Maurice
We're digging a hole
The yard's on a freeway
We don't know where it goes
Santa Monica, maybe
Or all the way to the North Pole
A happy band of carolers
Ring the doorbell twice
And then they turn and disappear
Into the silent night

Where me and Maurice
We're digging a hole
The yard's on a freeway
We don't know where it goes
Will anyone wonder?
Will anyone know?

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