PAPER CROWN

I found a map in a drawer. It led to a thrift store frame. The clock on the wall was broke. Still, it somehow knew my name. A kid in red rain boots smiled with grape Juice on his sleeve. He said, "Don't wait for perfect." Then he handed me the key. So I took the long way home, past the Bakery, past the train. Every little wrong turn Turned the same old road to gold again. I wear a paper crown and I don't fold Down. I turn a small town spark into a Thunder sound. I wear a paper crown. Let it fall, let it bounce. Paper crown. If the world looks plain today, I'll paint it Wild somehow. My shoes got dust on the toes. My coat smells like the rain. Got a coin from a fountain and a joke I can't explain. There's a dent in the cheap glass ring from The night we danced too fast. I keep the little messy things. They seem to know how long they last. So I took the long way home, past the Bakery, past the train. Every little wrong turn Turned the same old road to gold again. I wear a paper crown and I don't fold Down. I turn a small town spark into a Thunder sound. I wear a paper crown. Let it fall, let it bounce. Paper crown. If the world looks plain today, I'll paint it Wild somehow. Maybe it's fragile, maybe so. Maybe that's the point I know. What shines too hard can crack, But this old shine Keeps coming back. I wear a paper crown and I don't fold Down. I turn a small town spark into a Thunder sound. I wear a paper crown. Let it fall, let it bounce. Paper crown. If the world looks plain today, I'll paint it Wild somehow.