Bard

Meet you by the art room door

In a circle on the hallway floor

Teacher held you back again

Drawing ogres in your textbook margin

Keeping your eyes down and dodging oranges

On the bus trip home

Every day you're battle-scarred

You'll grow up to be a bard

You'll grow up to be a bard

Hurt yourself at sports again

You're not made for mud and wind

Limping home through quiet streets

Sprinkler spits a snare drum beat

Kids down on the vacant block throw rocks at you

For talking to yourself again

Days like this are way too hard

You'll grow up to be a bard

You'll grow up to be a bard

You'll tell your own daughter stories

She'll get some dice of her own one day

They can trademark the name all they like

It's all ripped off Tolkien anyway

'Cause dragons and dungeons go back

They go back a long, long way

And they won't go away

They won't go away

Meet you by the art room door

In a circle on the hallway floor

Made up a new map last night

It's got a dragon and a wizard fight

Once the ranger and the thief get here

We can lock the door

Shut the noise out from the yard

Then we can let down our guard

You'll grow up to be a bard

You'll grow up to...

You'll grow up to be a bard

You'll grow up to...