I remember little town and the big gray house
With the burgundy door the lawn shaped like a boot
And the boy who liked pretending that the island in the middle was a shore
Time is a clock ticking
It stops my heart to think of it
I remember the magic in your eyes
I'd stare at them and you'd say the silliest things like
"christopher i'm crazy about you"
And "matthew i love you monstrously"
And it's my favorite time of year
How i wish that you were here
(or how i wish that i could be there)
To watch the lights blink on the tree
Give thanks to god for everything and lay down all my fears
And it's too late to call you on the phone
And tell you that your boy is all alone tonight
But i will never forget
How you taught me to stand on these rubber legs and fight