December first, I'm in a foreign state. I'm running late, I'm all alone, wishing I was home with you, baby. He's got a way of making things okay; when he's not around, when he's not around, I'm going crazy. We like to talk about the plans we make and things we say when we're together. I hope for better weather this year, but you my dear, need to know, this year I want you alone.