Return to Fantasy

Dust on the map in my bedroom drawer

Dragons drawn in ballpoint pen

Used to ride storms on the back of a chair

Till the clock dragged me back again

Grew up in schedules

Passwords

Parking lots

Armor made of coffee cups

And a name on a plastic box

I wanna return to fantasy

Kick down the gate in my old blue jeans

Crown made of paper

Heart on my sleeve

Let the wild things carry me

I wanna return to fantasy

Where the doubts all fall like enemy kings

If the world gets loud

I’ll still believe

In the fire I used to see in me

Emails like arrows

Pinned to the wall

Heroes turned to headlines

Fade when they fall

But under this ID badge

There’s a kid with a cardboard shield

Still tracing constellations

On a cracked windshield

I wanna return to fantasy

Kick down the gate in my old blue jeans

Crown made of paper

Heart on my sleeve

Let the wild things carry me

I wanna return to fantasy

Where the doubts all fall like enemy kings

If the world gets loud

I’ll still believe

In the fire I used to see in me

Raise up your rusted rings (hey!)

Old scars

Secret things

Every broken plan

Is a map back to where we began

I wanna return to fantasy

Kick down the gate in my old blue jeans

Crown made of paper

Heart on my sleeve

Let the wild things carry me

I’m gonna return to fantasy

Sing to the dark till it starts to sing

If the world gets loud

I’ll still believe

In the fire I always had in me