Cafeteria Mass
B Ryce
[Verse 1]
We pulled into the parking lot at four-o-five,
Snow on the windshield, barely made it alive.
Bell already ringing, ushers shaking their heads,
“Main church is packed,” was exactly what they said.
So they pointed us down past the folding chairs,
Past the coat rack chaos and the strange church stares.
[Chorus]
We got stuck in overflow on Christmas Eve,
Watching Mass on a TV, can you believe?
In the church cafeteria with the misfit crew,
Steelers jerseys, hoodies, boots with duct tape too.
Yeah we showed up late, but now we all agree—
Overflow is where we’d rather be!
[Verse 2]
There’s a guy in the corner whisper-singing loud,
Someone’s kid doing laps, chairs scraping the ground.
Plastic tables, bad reception, volume set to “guess,”
But honestly? It’s kind of the best.
No stiff pews, no judgmental looks,
Just a whole lotta characters straight outta a book.
[Chorus]
We got stuck in overflow on Christmas Eve,
Holy night with a side of disbelief.
Cafeteria candles and a flickering screen,
Most fun Christmas Mass we’ve ever seen.
Yeah it’s loud, it’s weird, it’s slightly unholy—
But it’s our new family tradition, holy moly!
[Bridge]
Now every single year we kinda drag our feet,
“Oops, traffic!” as we miss our seat.
Because deep down we all know why—Overflow’s the place where Christmas flies.
[Outro]
Soon as Mass is over we’re racing back home,
Coats on the floor, phones finally thrown.
Beef tenderloin sizzling, shrimp Alfredo hot,
Jesse’s apple pie—yeah, you know it’s a lot.
From overflow Mass to a full wine glass,
Laughing so hard we forget the past.
We’ll eat, we’ll drink, we’ll carry on,
Tell the same dumb stories till the night is gone.
So if we’re late again next Christmas Eve—Save us a seat by the TV, please!
Versions
Cafeteria Mass (Version A)
B Ryce
Version A
Cafeteria Mass (Version B)
B Ryce
Version B