Julia Anne Sweeney (born October 10, 1959) is an American actress, comedian and author best known as a cast member on Saturday Night Live and for her autobiographical solo shows.
Sweeney was born in Spokane, Washington, the daughter of Jeri, a homemaker, and Robert M. Sweeney, an attorney and federal prosecutor, who made an appearance in her movie It's Pat as a priest. The oldest of five children, she was raised in Spokane, and quickly found a talent for imitating voices and inventing characters. Despite successful appearances in high school plays, she decided to put acting aside to pursue economic studies at the University of Washington where she became a member of Delta Gamma sorority. After graduation, Sweeney moved to Los Angeles where she worked at various odd jobs, and as an accountant for Columbia Pictures and United Artists, before turning her attentions again to acting. She is now married to scientist Michael Blum. Blum and Sweeney, along with their adopted daughter Mulan, relocated to the Chicago suburbs in early 2009.
It was our first holiday to share and the best I've ever known
These memories come crashing back to chill me to the bone
The tree up in the living room those presents wrapped with bows
Was our attempt to make that damn apartment our own
Do I get your mom and dad a gift this year, it just seems a little weird
It brings me down to think of how much things have changed this year
I wanna hear you say you miss me but don't want to tell you what to say
Just looking for a reason to wake up on Christmas day
It seems like you just don't understand
Losing faith in holidays that slip right through my hands
I'm hoping if you hear this song you know just what I mean
Either happy at last or done for good but no more in between
I wanna feel the way I did last year when we moved into that place
When I finish wrapping gifts, I want my pillow to still hold your face
So tell me that what were working towards
The best gift that you could give me would be something to look for
So tell me that's what were working towards and I'm not your little cheer
In hopes that we could get this right by this time next year
So tell me that's what were working towards and I'm not your little cheer
In hopes that we could get this right by this time next year
This time next year
singin' to an empty room i got no one to go home to
it's just overkill cause i never get what i put in
it's just another eyelash to the wind
all the time it takes to cultivate relationships and songs
with every piece of my being i try to see what they're seeing
it's just another eyelash to the wind
we all die a little each day
there's no pill that can make that change
i've no vision of heaven or hell
when i've a life to live and stories to tell
so every decision that life brings me
is another gift that i will have to take
whether simple or profound
i'm lucky i'm not laying in the ground
it's another eyelash to the wind
so if everything is truly how it should be
then everything is falling into place
i got a job, i got myself
i got a new lease on my health
I ran home, felt like a kid again
Like I did way back when
Eyes open wide
I came here to hide
And so it goes
Few days shy
Of 25
Alone again
Wondering why
No one stays
By my side
And so it goes
I don't wanna know what love is
I'm just trying
To exist
And I'd like to think you'll be back after this
Oh but I know you don't believe it
There are pieces of you here
That just won't disappear
At least for another year
So I wish you well my friend
Cuz I know you won't be back again
I've never felt so
Half of what I am
So lights out
Lets do this again
Tomorrow's on hold
When I'm missing conversations
And coming off cold
I'll take the fall
And blame this all on me
For the sake of hiding
What created this catastrophe
Where every day's a heartbrake
And it hurts to be awake
And so it goes
You don't have to convince me
The truth is in your words
When I wake it will be me
Still being absurd
And so it goes
I don't wanna know what love is
I'm just trying
To exist
And I'd like to think you'll be back after this
Oh but I know you don't believe it
There are pieces of you here
That just won't disappear
At least for another year
So I wish you well my friend
i kiss your face while your'e sleeping
so i don't feel bad when i'm leaving
i walk these streets till their dead ends
like losing touch with your best friends
then once my feet hit the pavement
it starts all over again
this is the side project that was better than the actual band
this is your new friend's number written all over your hand
this is tired and poor but still being content
this is how we cope with bad days that just won't end
i kick the wall while i'm sleeping
anything to keep me from dreaming
i count these minutes by miles
really haven't slept in a while
now at the bar with my best friend
it starts all over again
this is the side project that was better than the actual band
this is your new friend's number written all over your hand
this is tired and poor but still being content
this is how we cope with bad days that just don't end
we swing, let our feet dangle
and point them to the sky
once we think we're high enough