In a quaint apartment, bit small but suits us fine
It nice to have a morning that is absolutely mine
Before the cars start honking, and while the kids still sleep
To watch the sunshine grow outside these moments rich and deep
To be alone with just ones thought before the day begins
To think of all our loses and to also count the wins
When everywhere around me seems to suddenly be still
Before the city wakes it fills my soul up with its chill
There's a story they tell of a queer kind of toy
That has only one wish just to be a real boy
But I'll tell you sonny that there's more to the story
There's the tale of how Pinocchio rose to great glory
Yes it's true that deep down that his ultimate dream
Was to be a cute boy and to marry a queen
But before he could get there he knew in his head
That he'd need some money or he might go dead
So 'nocchio thought and he thought of a scheme
So great and impressive that he'd get the queen
To say "My my my! You're impressive indeed!
That you understand the importance of greed!"
'Cause before 'nocchio dreamt for his dream to come true
He had one or two other things he thought to do
"I think it'd be great to get rich really quick"
Thought `nocchio, "yes well I just need a trick"
And the trick that he found was as close as his nose
Because everyone knows how his nose grows and grows
That a lie and a lie and another would surely make him
The best source for wood for a house or a gym
So that's what he did yeah he lied and he lied
And oh how much wood that he daily supplied
And nobody no no one could deter his vim
'til one day all wood in the world came from him
And the money he made each and every day
Flowed right right down the road to the head of the bay
He had gorgeous clothes and a sparkling ring
He was really decked out and so fit to be king
And when he was set he transformed to a boy
And searched out the queen (she's the source of his joy)
And they married - They did! - for her heart he had won
And that is how `nocchio came to rule the kingdom
Once there was a young girl with the name of what about
She liked to go to school and when she did she's scream and shout
But Saturdays she'd go to church she really was devout
A charming brash young lady all together all through out
All this may have you wondering hey hey what's this about?
Is all of this just nonsense `cause I really have a doubt
Is this leading anywhere if not that well baby I'm out
It's great to be creative - To imagine something new.
But be a little wary - don't tell'em what you drew
A soul is so important - it's so simple and so true
But they will try to break it - when they see it in your school
There's people who might tell you - go ahead and innovate
But when you do you will find - that they'll burn you at the stake
If you are a creative one - beware there's those who'd rob
You of your thoughts and of your dreams - while you are at your job
And if you are a lefty - in a town that's full of red
You really ought'nt tell folks - you might just end up dead
And if you are a righty - in a city full of blue
You'll find so much tolerance - for everyone but you
Creativity is precious - given to us from the divine
But if you want to get along - you must just get in line
