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 battle ship
It kept raining where I was standing
I think I have pictures of that day
Tucked away in books and shelved throughout my mind


And on that very same day
A baby blue boy brother is brought into this world
I think they have pictures of that day
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 my room when you were born
Filling books with words 'cause I had nothing to say

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

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

Thirteen years after '88
I'm writing in a different room
And still trying to balance freedom
And at the same time
Letting family know that I'm still alive