[Verse 1]

Well, here it is, the middle of December

At the end of a sultry day

But the tree still shines in the window

And there's a fire in the fireplace

[Chorus]

And the birds still turn and take wing

They fly for warmer climes

Ain't it something? All the little patterns

That lead us home through our lives?

[Verse 2]

Flag me down in your time of trouble

Call me up and share your woes

And we'll try to find some understanding

Before you go

[Verse 3]

Whose fire rains down upon you?

Whose conscience fills the air?

Ain't it something? All the little patterns?

But love is real, it's everywhere

[Chorus + Outro]

And the birds still turn and take wing

They fly for warmer climes

Ain't it something? All the little patterns

That lead us home through our lives?

Aren't they something? All those little patterns

That lead us home through our lives?