Good Evening, Lord, it's hard to believe
That I'm calling you up on this New Year's Eve!
But it's midnight, Lord, down here on Earth
And we've been celebrating Your Planet's birth.
I think perhaps it was that sip of wine
Or maybe the "old acquaintances" in "Auld Lang Syne"
But all of a sudden in the midst of that din
I was carried back home to my childhood again.
"Home", of course, was mother and dad
Until I grew up and had my own pad.
Some pads were ritzy, strictly Up-Town
While others were cold flats...six flights down.
But whatever the address, be it Brooklyn or Rome
That was my castle, my fortress, my home.
But now, dear Lord, the world's not the same
Violence is rampant and killing's a game!
So I called You tonight 'cause I want to come home
As nothing's down here but gold plated chrome;
So please, dear Lord, I'm homesick and blue
I want to come home and be with You.
I'm tired and weary, and I'm old and gray
So let me come home without delay.
I'll say Good Night and close this prayer...
"Happy New Year, Lord!" So glad You were there.
Your homesick Earthling
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