Fourteen feet tall, and glassy and pale, and covered in soot
I donâЂ™t know who he was or what he was, the question was moot
I laid in bed, too scared to speak, and watched him watch me
There was no sound but the crickets outside and the leaves in the breeze, oh
He lit a cigarette and said, âЂњYour chimneyâЂ™s a bitch.âЂќ
I said, âЂњAre you old Santa Claus?âЂќ
And he said, âЂњYou wish,âЂќ yeah yeah yeah yeah
ThatâЂ™s when the party started as far as I know
I grabbed a hold of it and never let go
And if I saw it well then maybe itâЂ™s so
Oh, whoa, etcâЂ¦
Later that year, I swear to god, it happened again, oh
I was out camping with my baby and a couple of friends, oh
As we fell asleep I know I saw a light in the east, oh
Spinning around and changing colors with a weird humming sound, oh
As it got close I felt my sleeping bag rise from the ground, oh
When we woke up I was yards from the fire
Eyes swollen shut, and buried to my waist
ThatâЂ™s when the party started as far as I know
I grabbed a hold of it and never let go
And if I saw it well then maybe itâЂ™s so
Oh, whoa, etcâЂ¦
I know I know I know I know I saw him again
I was out walking my dog and he followed me home, oh
Fourteen feet fall, a pinstripe suit and the same weird shadow, oh
He was outside for several weeks and then he vanished again, oh
I really donâЂ™t know what to think after twenty-three years
The only real thing I ever learned is: Maybe it is, if it has so appeared
ThatâЂ™s when the party started—
I grabbed a hold of it and—
And if I saw it well, thenâЂ¦
Oh, whoa, etcâЂ¦
