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