He plays the piano for Christmas
Come on, come on, it's there at your feet
Up there on the top of the tree
And I see bags of newspaper and a car in the carport
And I never, no I never ever realized
And I never, no I never ever realized
And the angels on the top of the tree
And I'm sittin', sittin' at the top of the stairs
And all of a sudden I'm stuck with an urge to unlock a door
And I'm thirty and I don't know nothing no more
And we're all there, all the aunties and uncles
With a key that's too big for my hands
And say something different this time
See I never, no I never ever realized
And you're cryin' out on the towpath by the river
Come on, come on, it's there at your feet
Come on, come on, it's there at your feet
Come on, come on, it's there at your feet
And I never, no I never ever realized
Come on, come on, it's there at your feet
And you're a grown up and still unsure
And I never, no I never ever realized
See I never, no I never ever realized
And I never, no I never ever realized
With all the swans and all the people walking by
And I never, no I never ever realized
To revisit, to go back, to return, to open my mouth again
And I drop it, and it falls at your feet
And I never, no I never ever realized
Have I enough time, have I just some time
