it’s not my fault, it wasn’t up to you.
christmas eve comes once a year and that will never do.
your image started fading, i closed my eyes to see.
tell me do you close your eyes for me?
now your door seems half a world away,
the price of gasoline is more than i can pay.
plus i don’t have a car i can call my very own,
i guess i’ll spend another night alone.
if i could say i’m sorry, who would i say it to?
besides apologies mean less than dirt to folks like me and you.
you know it’s true.
should i say too bad, or so what? what’s appropriate?
should i show it? call you on the phone and let you know it?
back at my house there’s nothing on TV.
the bathroom mirror casts confusing looks from me to me.
i watched you from a distance, for too briefly held you close,
i guess that’s just the way this story goes.