Arriving Sideways

[Intro]
They gave me a measuring tape
And a shape to fit inside
I folded up the little map
And drew beyond its lines

[Spoken]
They said, “Pick one.”
I picked the whole strange box of crayons.

[Verse 1]
I wear two mismatched shoes to town
One takes the stairs, one skips the ground
My pockets hold a paper moon
A bent spoon, and a kazoo

You asked me which way people go
I said, “The way the wild seeds blow”
Then built a tiny door in air
And walked through it with purple hair

[Pre-Chorus]
If every rule is made of string
Then watch what happens when I swing
I’ll turn the “wrong” way into art
And give the odd bits all my heart

[Chorus]
Make room, make room, I’m arriving sideways
With a pocketful of thunder and a hat full of Mondays
Call me too much, call me peculiar
I’m not a puzzle, I’m the whole panorama
If your doorway only lets one shape through
Cut a new window; let the weird come through

[Verse 2]
I taught my chair to spin in place
My teacup wears a tiny cape
The clock ran backward through the hall
And nobody corrected it at all

I made a kite from old receipts
It flew above the bakery street
The baker waved a rolling pin
And said, “That’s how adventures begin”

[Pre-Chorus]
A thought can wear its Sunday shoes
Then change its mind and join the blues
A crooked line can find its way
To something no straight road could say

[Chorus]
Make room, make room, I’m arriving sideways
With a pocketful of thunder and a hat full of Mondays
Call me too much, call me peculiar
I’m not a puzzle, I’m the whole panorama
If your doorway only lets one shape through
Cut a new window; let the weird come through

[Instrumental Break]

[Bridge]
Some days the room gets very small
And every eye becomes a wall
I tuck my bright ideas away
And practice being beige all day

Then from my sleeve a paper fish
Says, “You forgot your own odd wish”
So I unfold the hidden page
And let my colors leave the cage

[Breakdown]
One crooked thought
One brave hello
One little seed
Can split the stone

[Build]
No perfect label, no fixed design
The strange in yours can sit with mine
We’ll make a place where every shape
Can bend, invent, and change its name

[Final Chorus]
Make room, make room, we’re arriving sideways
With a pocketful of thunder and a hat full of Mondays
Call us too much, call us peculiar
We’re not a puzzle, we’re the whole panorama
If your doorway only lets one shape through
Cut a new window; let the weird come through

[Final Refrain]
Wear the clouds, keep the key
Draw a door where none should be
Change your tune, turn around
Plant a garden upside down

[Outro]
They gave me a measuring tape
I made a ribbon for the sky