Jackson

Oh Jackson he came

It’s hard to believe you made him

Oh Jackson he’s named

He looks at the world through fresh eyes

How I long to get back home

It seems like I'm missing out on it all

Oh Jackson he’s just two weeks old

I promise I’ll be there soon.

My eyes have always followed my heart,

But now I’m not sure that I trust where they’re taking me

Cause the house is too quiet, and there’s too much pudding left

I miss fighting for that seat and laughing till my stomach’s weak

And I don’t know how to be alone on Christmas

No I don’t know how to be alone on Christmas

We’re talking of moving home

The sun and the seas are calling him

But something just won’t let go

It turns out I quite like the grey

In June it will be three years

And one day I’ll want a family too

Oh Jackson I have my fears

That maybe it’s just too soon

My eyes have always followed my heart

But now I’m not sure that I trust where they’re taking me

Cause the house is too quiet, and there’s too much pudding left

I miss fighting for that seat and laughing till my stomach’s weak

And I don’t know how to be alone on Christmas

No I don’t know how to be alone on Christmas

Cause the house is too quiet, and there’s too much pudding left

I miss fighting for that seat and laughing till my stomach’s weak

And I don’t know how to be alone on Christmas

No I don’t know how to be alone on Christmas

No I don’t know how to be alone on Christmas