Jack's Obsession
Something's up with JackSomething's up with JackDon't know if we're ever going to get him back
He's all alone up thereLocked away insideNever says a wordHope he hasn't died
Something's up with JackSomething's up with Jack
Christmas time is buzzing in my skullWill it let me be? I cannot tellThere are so many things I cannot graspWhen I think I've got it, and then at lastThrough my bony fingers it does slipLike a snowflake in a fiery grip
Something's here I'm not quite gettingThough I try, I keep forgettingLike a memory long since pastHere in an instant, gone in a flashWhat does it mean?What does it mean?
In these little bric-a-bracA secret's waiting to be crackedThese dolls and toys confuse me soConfound it all, I love it though
Simple objects, nothing moreBut something's hidden through a doorThough I do not have the keySomething's there I cannot seeWhat does it mean?What does it mean?What does it mean?Hmm...
I've read these Christmas books so many timesI know the stories and I know the rhymesI know the Christmas carols all by heartMy skull's so full, it's tearing me apartAs often as I've read them, something's wrongSo hard to put my bony finger on
Or perhaps it's really not as deepAs I've been led to thinkAm I trying much too hard?Of course! I've been too close to seeThe answer's right in front of meRight in front of me
It's simple really, very clearLike music drifting in the airInvisible, but everywhereJust because I cannot see itDoesn't mean I can't believe it
You know, I think this Christmas thingIt's not as tricky as it seemsAnd why should they have all the fun?It should belong to anyone
Not anyone, in fact, but meWhy, I could make a Christmas treeAnd there's no reason I can findI couldn't handle Christmas time
I bet I could improve it tooAnd that's exactly what I'll doHee,hee,heeEureka! I've got it