The Life of the Party

They’re getting tired in the moonlight
Feeling all right
And there’s not a cloud in sight
Now neither are you
So off they go
Because you’re the life of the party
They look to you for a cowboy
Or an envoy
You wonder if you should call this love
Love comes in many guises
When you’re the life of the party
Off you go
You’re the life of the party
Look out the doors and windows
Now it’s Christmas
Their mouths full of wishes
They’re waiting for somebody to go
Be the life of the party
Off they go