Fields of Poppies

Make me some pockets and sew my shadow on. 
I'm ready to grow up now, ready to move on. 
Its not all the flying, its just the falling down. 
Like we all hated all the pirates until we saw one drown. 

Wendy (Mary) she has left us, she blew across the plains of time. 
Now we must accept the fact that we can't stay young like this forever. 
But we can stay insane as long as we remember what made us this way. 

Making your way down, down that yellow brick road. 
Found some cans of spray paint you knew it wasn't gold. 
Someone needs a brain and some one needs a heart. 
All my children need homes but they don't know where they are. 

Been through fields of poppies and other kinds of weeds, 
Looked outside yourself to find out what you needed. 
But the wizard was a politician and the western witch is dead. 
The answer it was always in your shoes or in your head.