Gold Coin

Half asleep looking out at the snow
It’s my turn to shovel it though
I like the way the static surrounds me
Turn it up, draw me a picture
Draw me a map, draw me with scissors

There’s a bird made a nest in my wall
Every night I hear it call
La, la, la, la you know how to tease me
Make me laugh, instead of worry
Draw me a map, write me a story

Passing thought
Don’t get lost
Draw me a portrait
Kneeling at a fountain
I am yours to lose
Wishing on a gold coin
Falling down a mountain
I can see the whole world

Stay inside make a list of what’s yours
Gather the rest and burn it outdoors