Map On A Wall

Oh please, don't make fun of me of my crooked smile and my crowded teeth of my pigeon feet, of my knobby knees Well, I got more problems than not But I feel fine and I made up my mind to live happily, feeling beautiful beneath the trees above a ground that's solid at the core Oh please, don't make fun of me Oh you know I get frightened so easily when I'm all alone and the floorboards creak It's those noises in the dark But I am alive and I made up my mind to live fearlessly, running wild beneath the trees above a ground that's solid at the core Send my regards to the north my friends I am built for the heat, I regret to admit My fear of freezing keeps me on my feet and so far my whole life's one long lucky streak They say you should take the credit when it comes but I believe in haunted wood Oh please, don't make fun of me Oh I'll try my best to tell it like it is but I'll bite my tongue and I'll close my lips when nobody wants to hear it But here we are and something about it doesn't feel like an accident We're all looking for something to adore and how to survive the bending and breaking I've walked on two legs since I was a child but when did I realize that some ways out past the horizon for thousands of miles there are people like me, walking on legs like mine Coming closer and farther away Coming to me and from my embrace Hoping good comes from good and good comes from bad anyway Oh please, don't make fun of me with my heart of gold and my restless soul Oh please, don't make fun of me This smile happens genuinely If you want to see the world, you have to say goodbye cause a map does no good hanging on a wall If you want to see the world, you have to say goodbye cause a map does no good hanging on a wall