birthdays and christmas Lyrics

Pillow forts, being kids

Spending our allowances

Before we knew about the government

Cul de sac, skinning knees

Feel you looking up to me

Makes me wanna wander carefully

Half past six, dad coming home

Mom cooking to Norah Jones

"Don't know why I didn't come," plays low

Massachusetts suburbia

Things that I'm not telling you

Preserve the image of me that you got

Nothing's ever where I left it

All my friends parents are selling their houses

I used to be there to tuck you in

Now I call you on birthdays

See you on Christmas

It might be hard to hear from me

But sometimes Philadelphia is lonely

And I'm no saint but you don't know that yet

I don't even want you to know lonely's something you can get

I don't want you to know that yet

Saxophone, Baseball games

Head taller while I'm away

Running but you're still running in place

My North Star, my cornerstone

My own place, my student loans

Hearing all your highlights through the phone

Nothing's ever where I left it

All my friends parents are selling their houses

I used to be there to tuck you in

Now I call you on birthdays,

See you on Christmas

It might be hard to hear from me

But sometimes Philadelphia is lonely

And I'm no saint but you don't know that yet

I don't even want you to know lonely's something you can get

I don't want you to know that yet

Know I don't call as much as I should, much as I should

Mom said to just do what I could, do what I could

Something about your voice sounding far away

Know the sound of yours will make mine make break, make mine break

Look you in the face and I see parts of mine

It must be in our blood to never fight, just fly

Teach you to be nothing like the boys that make me cry

And when I cry you ask me why

I don't want you to know that yet