“Coloring Outside the Lines”

COLORING OUTSIDE THE LINES
Words by Paul Norman Tapp ©2025

When I was just a little boy
Didn’t want to go to school
Liked to play by myself
Didn’t like games with rules

In my mind I painted pictures
Of misty castle keeps
Became my own hero
Every night when I went to sleep

And with just a box of crayons
Always had a fine old time
You see I always liked to color
But I colored outside the lines

Never made a lot of money
Just wanted to give folks a hand
Always solo never led a band
Could I give a little comfort
To those who lost their way
That would mean more to me
Than money can convey

Not sure why I turned out this way
Boarding up a goldmine
But I think it had something to do with coloring
Coloring outside the lines

Down a windblown path
Fallen leaves lead the way
You and I follow with nothing left to say

The leaves do my talking
My secrets they know well
And if you listen with your heart
They have a tale to tell

Not sure why I turned out this way
Boarding up a goldmine
But I think it had something to do with coloring
Coloring outside the lines
But I think it had something to do with coloring
Coloring outside the lines 

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