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.