I was on the moon when you were born
Taking one small step
And thinking it was a giant leap

December 1988
Cub Scouts on a battleship
It kept raining where I was standing
I think I have pictures of that day
Tucked away in books and shelves throughout my mind

And on that very same day
A baby blue boy brother's
Brought into this world
I think I have pictures of that
On display in frames and albums of that kind

I was on the moon when you were born
At least I think I was
You see, I can't remember 'cause

I think, maybe,
I was in the room when you were born
Filling books with words
'Cause I had nothing to say

Fifteen years after '88
I missed every baseball game
But you look so handsome at funerals
Or a lame holiday brunch
And I want you to see how beautiful you look to me
So I'll be home soon
I'll be home soon

I was on the moon when you were born
Trying to write for you
The perfect song

Fifteen years after '88
Writing in a different room
Still trying to balance freedom
And at the same time
Let a family know that I'm still alive
Still alive, still alive, still alive