From the recording In A Cold World


She tells me every Christmas it’s hard to find for me
Something really different for under my Christmas tree
But if she’d look a little closer, it’s there for her to see
That what I want is far away but lookin’ right at me

Why I just can’t tell her, I’m really not so sure
I know I shouldn’t be, but I feel somewhat insecure
She thinks I have everything, but that’s not at all the case
’Cause what I’m missing most is her tender-touch embrace

Sometimes we’re blind and just can’t see
That what’s true for me may be true for you
We would be as perfect as could be
Let’s take the chance that our dreams will come true

Christmas Eve, somebody’s knockin,’ could it be you?
“Come on in, it’s warm in here; your nose is turnin’ blue.
I think I finally see how you have always seen me.
So you’ll know, for a long time, I’ve seen you that way, too.”


Sometimes we’re blind

Words & Music by Don Tomlinson
UMC & SR © 2019 Solid Sterling Music (BMI)
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Mood: Finding the way to say we need each other
Key: C / BPM: 95 / Length: 4:00
ISRC: QZ37R1900273
BMI: 20807037
ISWC: T9179734726