Paper Crown

How he tried to be kind
For the guests at his table
But the snow and the depths of his mind
Left him cold and unable

So he took his coat
And he grabbed his keys, and drove
Going nowhere, it seems
By the flashing lights, and the hoarish trees dressed in gold
Grown from green

To a house on the end of a street
With a door and a window
And he sat in the car, on his seat
And he watched through the snow

At the perfect four
"What a perfect scene", he thought
"She looks happy, it seems
With a paper crown, she's a Christmas queen
A Christmas queen"

"It's left," said the girl, of the car
But the queen did not notice
And she turned to the man on her arm
"Is this all that there is?"

And she cut her mouth
And the words poured out, she cried
"I'm not happy inside"
And she grabbed her coat, and she took her keys
And said, "Four were three"