I’M THE MADE OF MATCHSTICKS BOY
JUST TRYING TO BE GOOD
IT’S DIFFICULT TO KNOW YOUR PLACE
WHEN YOU ARE MADE OF WOOD.
I SIT AND WATCH THE SUN COME UP
KISSING GOODBYE TO DARK
I TRY TO DANCE INTO THE LIGHT
BUT IT JUST HURTS MY BARK.
SOMETIMES I LAY DOWN IN THE SEA
IMAGINE I’M A BOAT
JUST SAILING DOWN THE AQUA PLAIN
I SHIMMER AND I FLOAT.
IN SUMMER, GARDENS BECKON ME
I CUDDLE BUTTERCUPS
SOMETIMES THE DOGS THEN BARK AT ME
THEN GROWL AND PICK ME UP.
IN WINTER, WHITE PAINTS ALL THE EARTH
ICE PALACES, ALL FROZE
THE CHILDREN MAKE A GRAND SNOWMAN
AND USE ME FOR ITS NOSE.
AS CHRISTMAS DRIFTS INTO MY VIEW
MY WORLD BECOMES A WHIRL
THE ONLY THING THAT’S ON MY LIST?
A MADE OF MATCHSTICKS GIRL.