(Thomasina - March, 1996)
(This song is for Zachary James, one of my  greatest teachers...)

It’s 3 o’clock in the morning, in the middle of the night.
It’s dark out in the hallway, I’m having such a fright.
There’s a  knocking at my window; there’s a tapping at the door.
It sounds like something scary is slithering ’cross the floor...

Chorus: Imagination
Imagination running free
Like a lion loose from its cage
Like a tornado in a rage
It’s just my imagination getting the best of me.

There’s a monster in every corner; there’s a ghoul behind the door.
I know that if I turn my head they’ll come up from the floor
Mom says, “There’s nothing to be afraid of!” Dad says, “Go to sleep!”
But I know that if I close my eyes, out from the walls they’ll creep.

Chorus

You know it’s not easy being a little guy
When you’re only six years old the world seems so big and so very high
I know these monsters are only figments of my imagination
But it’s hard to tell the difference between what’s real and my own creation

Dad got me a night light and tucks me in at night.
Mom sings a soothing lullaby, I know everything’s all right.
We talk all about  my fears and chase them all away.
I close my eyes, fall fast to sleep, I know I’ll be okay.

Imagination
Imagination running free
Like a lion lose from its cage
Like a tornado in a rage
It’s just my imagination getting the best of me.
Sometimes  my imagination gets the best of me
I know my imagination gets the best of me

© 1999, Thomasina,  Back Seat Boys Music, BMI