Tail lights fade, but my heart speeds up
Snow dust risin’ from my pickup’s ruts

Mailboxes wear their Christmas best
With candy canes and pine cone nests
Takes a dozen turns on roads unmarked
To reach the fire that warms my heart

Backroads to Bethlehem, through the cold and pine
Where porch lights shine like the stars align
No camel, no crown, no royal decree
Just an old farmhouse and a cedar tree
Mama’s hummin’ “Silent Night” again
On the backroads to Bethlehem

My boots hit gravel by the cattle gate
And Daddy waves with a smile I ain’t seen in days
The dogs run wild like kids in snow
It’s been too long, and it sure feels so

Backroads to Bethlehem, where my soul unwinds
By the nativity carved in knotted pines
No incense here, just pie and prayer
And the arms of folks who always care
The world slows down in the winter wind
On the backroads to Bethlehem

I’ve chased big dreams and neon towns
But none compare to this old ground
Where hay smells sweet and hearts forgive
And Christmas gives me reason to live

Backroads to Bethlehem, I find my grace
In the quiet snow and a warm embrace
No gold or glory, just love so true
In the way this place remembers you
Every mile I’ll drive again
To the backroads… to Bethlehem