Drew You a Picture

"He got in it, and he drew up the covers (Light, light, light, light, Long and winding road) The purple crayon dropped on the floor And Harold dropped off to sleep." (At night, night, night, night, Lead me to my home) I drew you a picture that looks just like my love And every color's in it The yellow is my hat And the purple is the path And the orange is for your jacket Even though your jacket's black 'Cause I know you'd like that Yes I know that that tracks I'll be borrowing the fabric Can I have it 'till you're back? You can draw your own path Mine's just a suggestion You can keep the picture if you need a direction Use it as a referencе if your writer's blocked If you need an idea, I'm right down thе block "But he didn't seem to be getting anywhere on the long straight path So, he left the path for a shortcut across a field And the moon went with him." Light, light, light, light Long and winding road At night, night, night, night Lead me to my home Light, light, light, light Long and winding road (You're light, light, light, light) At night, night, night, night Lead me to my home (You're light, light, light, light) I made you a playlist that sounds just like my love And every genre's in it The metalheads scream it And the freestylers, they wing it And the soul singers sing it So their listeners can feel it Kinda like how you've let me feel it So I will scream it So I will wing it So I will sing it Kinda like how you've let me feel it So I will scream it So I will wing it So I will... "Harold knew that the higher up he went The farther he could see So he decided to make the hill into a mountain If he went high enough, he thought, He could see the window of his bedroom He was tired and he felt he ought to be getting to bed He hoped he could see his bedroom window from the top of the mountain But as he looked down from the other side he slipped And there wasn't any other side of the mountain He was falling, in thin air But, luckily, he kept his wits And his purple crayon."