• Its 9 o'clock at night,
    After work,
    There is nothing to look forward to,
    No Thanksgiving dinner,
    No Christmas carols,
    Nothing to look forward to,

    A lonesome soul,
    But a rich man,
    Can money really buy happiness ?

    He walks into a restaurant sitting alone,
    Everyone besides him had someone,
    He ordered his food and waited still,
    While watching people cheer,

    In his mind was only his lost family,
    as they slowly disappeared,
    tears rolled down the man's face and it was sad,

    When suddenly a pat on the back,
    A man appeared,
    It was his uncle with his family,
    They hugged and they kissed and sat down together,
    And the waiter was underway.