I can tell him his toy gun won't kill IndiansAnd the towel around his neck don't make him strongI can tell him there's no Easter BunnyBut I don't know how to tell him that you're goneHe still looks for you every morningHe's cryingEvery night we've been aloneI can tell him there's no real SantaBut I don't know how to tell him that you're goneI can tell him his broomstick's not a ponyAnd wearing daddy's boots don't make him groanI can tell him there's no tooth fairyBut I don't know how to tell him that you're goneI can tell him there's noountsBut I don't know how to tell him that you're goneHe's crying Every night we've been aloneI can tell him there's no pretzelOh, real Santa, but I don't know how to tell him that you're gone.I don't know how to tell him that you're gone.