Jack's Obsession

Something's wrong with Jack

Something's wrong with Jack

Don't know if we're ever gonna get him back

He's all alone up there, locked away inside

Never says a word, hope he hasn't died



Something's wrong with Jack

Something's wrong with Jack



Christmas time is buzzing in my skull

Will it let me be, I cannot tell

There's so many things I cannot grasp

When I think I've got it and then at last

Through my bony fingers it does slip

Like a snowflake in a fiery grip



Something's here I'm not quite getting

Though I try I keep forgetting

Like a memory long since past

Here in a instant but gone in a flash



In these little brick a brack

The secret's waiting to be cracked

Dolls and toys confuse me so

Confound it all, I love it though



Simple objects nothing more

But something's hidden through a door

Though I do not have the key

Something's here I cannot see



What does it mean? What does it mean?



I've read the Christmas books many times

I know the stories and I know the rhymes

I know the Christmas carols by heart

Skull is so full it's tearing me apart



As often as I read them, there's something wrong

So hard to put my bony fingers on

Or maybe it's not as deep as I've been led to think



Of course I've been too close to see

The answers right in front of me

It's simple, really very clear

Like music drifting in the air



Invisible but everywhere

Just because I cannot see it

And so I think this Christmas thing

Is not as tricky as it seems



And why should they have all the fun?

It should belong to everyone

Not anyone in fact but me

For I can make a Christmas tree



There's no reason I can find

I couldn't handle Christmas time

I bet I could improve it too

And that's exactly what I'll do