They shouldn't play Christmas music in bars,
Please come home for Christmas
I'm already lonely,
there's no need to remind me.
Another beer?
Might as well.

Otherwise it's just back to my room,
watching TV and missing home.
At least here I can forget,
that I exist for a while.

I made a friend,
like I do every night.
I'll never see him again,
and as far as he's concerned
that's probably alright.

That long white line?
Oh, it ends in Wisconsin,
and again in Minnesota.
Greetings from Zagreb. Felt that one my friend.

Eh, although a stranger to the meaning, i feel this is a strong ending, at least for you. Take care.