Songtexte: Jim White. Other. Christmas Day.

Where in the world did you come from my dear?
Did some mysterious voice tell you I'd still be here?
I bought this ticket to Mobile, but I been stranded all day...p.a. said the bus broke down ten miles away from the station.

So seldom a door...so seldom a key...so seldom a lock like the love between you and me.
But seldom comes happiness without the pain of the devil in the details since I saw the smile on your face as I was crying in a Greyhound station on Christmas Day...in 1998.

The burden of love is the fuel of bad grammar. You stutter and stammer--what a bitch to convey the crux of the matter, when the words you must utter are hopelessly tangled in the memories and scars you show no one.

So seldom a door...so seldom a key...so seldom a hit like the hurt you put on me. But seldom comes happiness without the pain of the devil in the details since I saw the smile on your face as I was crying in a Greyhound station on Christmas Day...in 1998.

I remember quite clearly, a bad Muzak version of James Taylor's big hit, called "Fire and Rain" was playing as you crouched down and tearfully kissed me, and I thought, "Damn, what good fiction I will mold from this terrible pain."

So seldom a door...so seldom a key...so seldom a gift like the gift you gave me. But seldom comes happiness without the pain of the devil in the details since I saw the smile on your face as I was crying in a Greyhound station on Christmas Day...in 1998.

Amazing grace, how sweet the smile upon the face I never thought I'd see you again...especially here in this Greyhound station...on Christmas Day...in 1998.