it's not my fault,   it wasn't up to you.   christmas eve comes once a year    and that will never do.    your image started fading,    i closed my eyes to see.   tell me do you close your eyes for me?       now your door seems half a world away,    the price of gasoline is more than i can pay.    plus i don't have a car    i can call my very own,    i guess i'll spend another night alone.       if i could say that i'm sorry,    who would i say it to?    besides apologies mean less than dirt to folks like me and you.    you know it's true.    should i say too bad, or so what?    what's appropriate? should i show it?    call you on the phone and let you know it?       back at my house there's nothing on tv,    the bathroom mirror casts confusing looks from me to me.    i watched you from a distance,    for too briefly held you close,    i guess that's just the way this story goes.