| Last night, I dreamed I was a kid again
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| All the things I used to do, I went and did again
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| Spent the afternoon with my best and closest friend
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| Wandering through the days we thought would never end
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| It was back when I’d still get things from Santa Claus
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| Back when he believed in me and overlooked the flaws
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| That can grow inside until it hides
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| The perfect little boy inside the man
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| I’m not a kid anymore, but I still believe
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| That those miracles occur
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| That’s not something up his sleeve
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| And that the reindeer pull the sleigh
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| And the elves still make the toys
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| Santa gives away to all the girls and boys
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| Tonight, I’ll climb back in that bed again
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| Try to live out all my dreams inside my head again
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| After Christmas Eve, with my best and closest friend
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| Who still believes the world’s greatest dad just tucked him in
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| And I know that he’ll be looking out for Santa Claus
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| And I’m sure beyond a doubt he’ll overlook the flaws
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| That will grow inside until it hides
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| This perfect little boy inside a man
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| I’m not a kid anymore and I still believe
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| That those miracles occur
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| That’s not something up his sleeve
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| And that the reindeer pull the sleigh
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| And the elves do make the toys
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| Santa gives away to all the girls and boys |