(Ralph Covert -Waterdog Music / ASCAP)

Snow on the ground outside, melting
Someone's tree on the curb, waiting
I don't know why I just can't get with it
I really do try but something's missing
It's the bachelor's holiday

Bag of bottles by the door, empty
My friends staggered home, happy
I don't know why we always do this
Doesn't seem right, but I wouldn't miss it
It's the bachelor's holiday

It's almost morning, regretting celebrating
And here comes New Year's, I don't know what's so new about it
Nothing ever seems to change
The bachelor's holiday, the bachelor's holiday

Too far to drive to see my family
Might as well be in another country
If I was home would it make a difference?
There's something lonely about every Christmas

It's almost morning, regretting celebrating
And here comes New Year's, I don't know what's so new about it
Nothing ever seems to change
The bachelor's holiday, the bachelor's holiday
I pour myself a drink and put myself to bed
Stare out the window at the tree on the curb