Xmas 88

I was born on Christmas Day
Late in 1988
Even though I’m not round your way
I just dropped by to say
Sorry I won’t be there
Sorry I won’t see them
I have lost your way
I have lost your way
I got lost in Halloween
Dressed up as I should have been
I could not shed that skin
When that truth came from within
Sorry I can’t be there
Sorry I can’t be him
I have lost the way
I have lost the way
I was born on Christmas Day
Only son returned to say
I’m not all you’d hoped I’d be
But I’m not yet thirty-three
Let me find the midle way
Or string breaks or it won’t play
What if I just live between
Halloween and Christmas Eve
Sorry I can’t be him
Sorry I can’t be him
Though I’ve found my way
Though I’ve found my way