Something's wrong with Jack

Something's wrong with Jack

Don't know if we're ever

Going to 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 an instant, but gone in a flash

What does it mean?

What does it mean?

In these little bric-a-brac

A secret's ready to be cracked

These 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

My skull's so full, it's tearing me apart

As often as I've 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 answer's 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

It's not as tricky as it seems

And why should they have all the fun?

It should belong to anyone

Not anyone, in fact, but me

For I could make a Christmas tree

There's no reason I can find

I couldn't have a Christmas time

I bet I could improve it, too

And that's exactly what I'll do