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