He Doesn't Exist

How long has he shunned in the distance? How long has he hidden from view? How long have you longed to belong to his world? How often does he think of you? I know a few things about fathers I've met one or two in my day And one thing I've learned Is they always seem bigger and better From farther away You stare at the screen in December You glimpse him each year on TV A thick camel coat With a scarf at his throat And a smile that you only can see Announced by a jingle of sleigh bells He'll sail into view through the mist He's handsome, he's tall He's the substance of all Of your dreams and he doesn't exist Cold wind in his hair Gold skyline behind him I wish it were true I wish we could find him You're locked in the sorcerers castle You're high in The Plaza Hotel You're waiting for him to fly in through the window And find you and shatter the spell It's the fairytale fable at bedtime And just at the end, there's a twist The petals turn black The coachman turn back into rats And he doesn't exist This omen you've made This future beside him All just melts away There's nothing inside him He's longing to finally meet you To make up the time that he's missed To stand up at last, and put pain to the past With his penitent heart in his fist Not a moment too soon And it isn't too late And it isn't your fault That he doesn't exist