[Verse 1] You wrote “Once upon” in the margin of a receipt A little blue morning, a door in the heat Every first sentence had somewhere to go But you kept them all open, afraid to say so [Pre-Chorus] The bookmark waits like a dare in your hand One page ahead, a whole other land [Chorus] Turn it, turn it—wait, not yet One good beginning I can’t forget Page goes over, worlds go still I want every ending, I want the thrill Turn it, turn it—hold that place A hundred first chapters, none to erase [Verse 2] There’s a king with a teacup, a fox in a suit A sea made of stairs and a talking old boot Each one says, “Stay, there’s more you could see” And the next little chapter keeps calling to me [Pre-Chorus] The bookmark slips, the paper bends How many beginnings can one heart defend? [Chorus] Turn it, turn it—wait, not yet One good beginning I can’t forget Page goes over, worlds go still I want every ending, I want the thrill Turn it, turn it—hold that place A hundred first chapters, none to erase [Bridge] Maybe a story is not what we save Maybe it grows when we give it a page Some doors close gently; some worlds remain In the shape of a sentence we dared to explain [Final Chorus] Turn it, turn it—here we go Let one small story become what it knows Page goes over, the others stay Folded like maps for another day Turn it, turn it—make it real I can’t live every beginning I feel [Outro] The bookmark rests; the ink runs on One page behind, one page beyond
