i tick tock
back & forth
back & forth
back & forth
back & forth
back & forth
i beat on the drum of my own life
in perfect lockstep with the me i want to be
always wondering what to do next

i hear the birds chirping
outside my window
late night messages
to the late night boy
in the lava lamp room

the older i get
the less it matters
the more i see
the less it drives
the easier it gets
the more it means
the good and the bad
it's all in between

there's a tornado outside my bathroom
and it's taking me away
to a place as white as cotton
where the angels sing and play




don't stay here too long

you're my sunday candy
breathing christmas into each day
lighting up my smile
ever present every week
the sugar coating on my sweet life

if my body was a temple
i'd have rainbow stained glass windows
there'd be one switch for all lights
and the music would never stop


if my body was a temple
i would welcome all beliefs
no one would sit alone
and everyone would be a minister


if my body was a temple
it'd be open all the time
and be known as a safe place
where you could find comfort and company each day

if my body was a castle
i'd be forever forgetting its stones and towers
always wondering how it looks to others
how it will age
and who might like to visit years later


if my body was a castle
all the rooms would be either too big or too small to me
i'd get lost in most hallways
but be fascinated by its infrastructure


if my body was a castle
i'm not sure who i'd let it
how deep the moat might be
or if i'd even have one