Where the Wild Things Are

Imagination sparked by animation
Playgrounds — boys found — kiss chase them
Impatient, waiting for break when
We’d hide out and find how to make friends
Misshaped dens — enter another world
I could be what I dreamed — be another girl
Create magic — a rainbow of flowers
Hopscotch and drop super powers
Borrow Bernard’s watch, move the hours
Take off — gliding in Bauers
To the moon and back again
Leaving at noon, back Saturday
Every Sunday — it was a rest day
Board games, check mate and the best cakes
Hibernate away with the cassette tape
Whole world tuned into what Bex played
Where the wild things are
Take me back to where the wild things are
Where the wild things are
Take me back to where the wild things are
Where the wild things are
Take me back to where the wild things are
Things change, searching for stars
Take me back to where the wild things are
Summertime, swing ball and girl-thoughts
Competing spirit into all sports
Straining to hear as the world talked
Wishing I was tall but I’d fall short
We all walk — before we run fast
Plus that someone has to come last
Elements, sentiments that I shrugged at
Always racing hard as my lungs gasped
Pushed past every boundary
Sounding out, figuring how to be
Feminine: not just one of the boys
Trying to be with one of the boys
Observing how girl-like types be
Heartbreak and Princess Diaries
Then digital love, wink and smiley
Daydreaming of what life might be
Where the wild things are
Take me back to where the wild things are
Where the wild things are
Take me back to where the wild things are
Where the wild things are
Take me back to where the wild things are
Things change, searching for stars
Take me back to where the wild things are
First dates, grown-ups and workplace
In the real world where the hurt aches
Where digesting news leaves a burnt taste
Can’t sleep or dream: toss and turn late
Then awake to the same old routine
9 to 5 — your eyes look through me
It seems I lost my powers now
I’m guessing all the flowers drowned
No rest days, this is real life
The lid on inspiration is sealed tight
Close my eyes to dream but it don’t feel right
Spend nights wishing I could be
And get back to the core
When I believed there had to be more
Things change when the child’s been scarred
You no longer wonder where the wild things are
Where the wild things are
Take me back to where the wild things are
Where the wild things are
Take me back to where the wild things are
Where the wild things are
Take me back to where the wild things are
Things change, searching for stars
Take me back to where the wild things are