Crooked Boy

Come on down now all my friends All these years I've been reminded The celebrations and the laughs The losses we've all had Keep me younger than before I've seen the world and twice again All the beauty that surrounds us I speak of love, I speak of peace It's what I believe And what I keep on fighting for I hope these aren't just memories I've borrowed Pieces from a less ordinary day Fell into a coma, then got back up on my feet A sickly boy that found his own way Finally felt like I belong The crumbling plaster on the ceiling Let me escape to Prince's Park Where I stared up at the stars That led me right to where I am I hope these aren't just memories I've borrowed Pieces from a less ordinary day Fell into a coma, then got back up on my feet A sickly boy that found his own way La-la-la-la, la-la-la, la-la-la La-la-la-la, la-la-la, la-la-la La-la-la-la, la-la-la, la-la-la I banged on tins and made lots of noise When I hear a sad guitar I gently tap my knees And all the people passing by I send them love and peace I hope these aren't just memories I've borrowed Pieces from a less ordinary day Fell into a coma, then got back up on my feet A teddy boy who found his own way