The Season to Be Melancholy

So hard to know what’s up
So hard to know what’s real
You pride yourself on thinking
Not on how it makes you feel

All things have got to go
That’s all you need to know
Time to redeem yourself
Hard or easy, that’s the choice

You know that it’s the truth
So deck the halls with boughs of holly
We all got the blues
‘Tis the season to be melancholy

Avoid the mistletoe
No need to make a scene
Ignore the yuletide choir
Who knows where they have been

It’s all too much for us
Our heads are in a spin
Out comes the Christmas punch
And you just take it on the chin

You know that it’s the truth
Deck the halls with boughs of holly
We all got the blues
‘Tis the season to be melancholy

So hard to know what’s up
So hard to know what’s real
You pride yourself on thinking
Not on how it makes you feel

All things have got to go
That’s all we need to know
Time to redeem ourselves
Hard or easy, that’s the choice

You know that it’s the truth
Deck the halls with boughs of holly
We all got the blues
‘Tis the season to be melancholy