Christmas without a prayer
No one to go to church with
And run their fingers through my hair

No one to buy me things I don't want
Bright-colored ties
Monogrammed things
An album by Wings

Christmas without a prayer
No one to feed the birds with
From cold park benches
Icy air

No one to tell me, the first date's too soon
No one to show me
Pictures of her kids
The first I've heard of kids

I'm saying a prayer
(I feel it)
I'll never despair
(I feel it)
I'm laying it bare
(I feel it)
I know there's a brighter day
I'm saying a prayer
(I feel it)
I'll never despair
(I feel it)
I'm laying it bare
(I feel it)
I know there's a brighter day Christmas without a prayer
No one to eat Thai with
It's all that's open anywhere...