There once was a boy living and breathing adventure
Climbing what trees he could find
He carried a pencil and notepad so
He could write down the stories stuck in his mind
The boy went off and got himself covered in mud
Crawling his way through the brush
Mom calls him home for dinner
Waltzed his way back, he wasn't in no rush
I'll wait for the rain to sing this song
Cause it makes me feel like crying
And if I told you I didn't miss that boy
Then you'd know I must be lying
It's a unique kind of knick knack you try to keep in your pocket
A trinket that you will not share
A very real toad in an imaginary garden
A collection of bugs that get stuck in your hair
It's not fair
Where did it go
Why don't I know
And why can't I see the angels I made in the snow
I'll wait for the rain to sing this song
Cause it makes me feel like crying
And if I told you I didn't miss that boy
Then you'd know I must be lying
Cause I was the boy who loved to see
Stories in fire
Now I close up my eyes and do of me
Whatever is required
Crashing bumper cars and climbing monkey bars
And blasting off to Mars with stars all in his heart
Imagine he could dig down deep into the core
Of earth and take the magma, pour it in a verse
He's heard the sirens sing, incurred the wrath of kings
He's murdered pirates, monsters, rode on back of wings
He's mighty powerful, it's time you bow before
The mind of magic, it is now the hour of
The flowers of spring infinity
Superpower of creativity
They'll devour but never limit me
They will cower from his divinity
In a minute he has stripped the pitiful
Of their bitter little inhibitions
Let the sinners sing exquisite hymns
Envisage perfect visions, kill their cynicism
Instill the thrill of living