Donât miss the winter, I donât miss the cold.
I donât miss my tires going flat at 40 below.
I donât need another holiday
But I still want to celebrate ex Patriotsâ Day.
Living in New York is like a rebirth
Even in a 12 by 12 foot room Iâm the king of the earth
I wouldnât want it any other way
But I still want to celebrate ex Patriotsâ Day.
Who deals the cards?
Who rules the stars?
And who knows the meaning of home
We all do (when we go).
I donât miss your kiss, I donât miss the fights
I donât miss the itching nerves like mosquito bites
I donât need another holiday
But I still have to say
I wouldnât want it any other way
But I still have to say
I donât miss the lover who walked away
But I still want to celebrate ex Patriotsâ Day.