I Was on the Moon

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