The Day After Christmas Lyrics

I'm thinking of when I first touched you:
Your skin was electric.
Now I'm far too wise to dwell on such things,
And far too sentimental to forget them.

I read somewhere, memories are,
Stories you write for yourself,
To explain who you are, and how you got there,
And to blame it on somebody else.

Now the gifts are open,
The toys are broken,
The speeches are all spoken,
And the dishes cleared away,
The stream keeps flowing,
My doubts are growing,
'Cause I've got no way of knowing,
If it'll dam, or reach the sea,
For you and me.

I met a man twice my age;
Half joking, he said: I should warn you,
You're a fish on a line, and the line's pulling in,
And there's a frying pan waiting to warm you.

And while I smiled, it occurred to me,
I'm just gristle and blood,
And I've spent half my life with the sun in my eyes,
Chasing rainbows through the mud.

Now the gifts are open,
The toys are broken,
The speeches are all spoken,
And the dishes cleared away,
The stream keeps flowing,
My doubts are growing,
'Cause I have got no way of knowing,
If it'll dam, or reach the sea,
For you and me.

When I was a child in a little kids' world,
My heart was the same,
As the one I have now, but it amazes me how much,
Everything else has changed.