LARS: On a big blue couch in the corner of the kitchen, we went on many missions and amazing expeditions fying through the pages on that Magic School Bus, Shel Silverstein rode shortgun, but it was up to us to peel apart the layers and search for the dragons the cats wearing hats, Curious George and Peter Rabbit the newest freshest books? Mom always brought them home then in high school it was Steinbeck, Keats and Edgar Allan Poe
WATSKY: Don’t let the memories fade, we’ve got to make them last I was still a baby when Grandma Katy passed and passed on her hardcover novels, with the Sutherlin nameplates, our family gospel ‘cause I’m not sure if the lord is above, but I know that your mother is alive in the stories you love that you read to us when we were little, until we were grown and I’m gonna pass them on when I’ve got some kids of my own
(Kids of my own)
CHORUS: CHARLYNE: I was never afraid LARS: (of the monsters in the closet, it would be alright) CHARLYNE: I was never afraid LARS: (reading Goosebumps up in Tahoe on those summer nights)
CHARLYNE: I was never afraid WATSKY: (of a moaning ghost, or of a pile bones) CHARLYNE: I was never afraid WATSKY: (even when the floorboards groaned) LARS: Did Stuart Little give up? (No!) He always persevered you came on stage at Warped Tour, remember how they cheered? and unlike Jackie Paper I’ll be back to Honalee to play you my new demos, ‘cause you’re so honest with me at home you won’t put up with that rapper ego crap, ‘cause to you I’m still Andrew, and I’ll always treasure that I’d choose my own adventure, it’s taken me so far ghostriding giant peaches, catching seagulls with these bars
WATSKY: Keep all your nickles and dimes, feed me your riddles and rhymes, read me your Wrinkle in Time, build me a bridge out to Terabithia, meet me at nine on the mysterious island, right at the scene of the crime come with Captain Nemo, but I’m emo, don’t leave me behind staring at the sun out on the cape until we’re legally blind freeze any Mutiny on the Bounty, just cary me there, out by Where the Red Fern Grows and just bury me there
(Bury me there)
CHORUS: CHARLYNE: I was never afraid LARS: (of the Twits or the Grinch or even Captain Hook) CHARLYNE: I was never afraid LARS: (of Boggis, Bunce or Bean, no I was never shook) CHARLYNE: I was never afraid WATSKY: (of the Grendel or of Ichabod Crane) CHARLYNE: I was never afraid WATSKY: (even when the Tripods came)
CHARLYNE: Now suddenly, for the first time, I’m ready to be loved
VERSE 3:
LARS: And If I ever have kids, I’ll read them Stega Nona Lyle Lyle Crocodile, Matilda and Ramona
WATSKY: I’ll never give ‘em the back of my hand, give ‘em the Giver, the River, Hatchet and Raggedy Ann
LARS: And even as a rap fiend, mama you always kept my hats clean, mama
WATSKY: Even though we have seen drama, you always had the vaccine, mama
CHORUS: CHARLYNE: I was never afraid LARS: (of gettin’ lost in Narnia because we had a map) CHARLYNE: I was never afraid LARS: (in those Oakland Hills sitting on my mama’s lap)
CHARLYNE: I was never afraid WATSKY: (in Jumanji, or of Anansi) CHARLYNE: I was never afraid WATSKY: (there’s no Ork or Morlock that haunts me)