Jack's Obsession

Something's up with Jack, something's up 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 up with Jack, something's up with Jack

Christmastime is buzzing in my skull
Will it let me be? I cannot tell
There are 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, gone in a flash
What does it mean? What does it mean?

In this little bric-a-brac, a secret's waiting 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 there, I cannot see
What does it mean? What does it mean?
What does mean?
Hmm

I've read these Christmas books so many times
I know the stories, and I know the rhymes
I know the Christmas carols all by heart
My skull's so full, it's tearing me apart
As often as I've read them, something's wrong
So hard to put my bony finger on

Or perhaps it's really not as deep as I've been led to think
Am I trying much too hard?
Of course, I've been too close to see
The answer's right in front of me, 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
Doesn't mean I can't believe it

You know, I think this Christmas thing is 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

Why I could make a Christmas tree?
And there's no reason I can find
I couldn't handle Christmastime
I bet I could've improved it too
And that's exactly what I'll do

Eureca, I've got it