Spellbook in My Backpack

[Verse 1] Found a map in my math book Folded corners Faded ink Little dragon in the margin Looked at me and gave a wink Said “You’ve been staring at windows When you’re meant to walk through doors” Next thing I knew The classroom Was a forest floor [Chorus] Magical lands Mythic creatures Calling my name like it’s always been theirs I take one step Lose the bleachers Gain silver rivers and emerald air If I don’t come back Just know I finally followed where the wild things go Magical lands Mythic creatures Feel like home Feel like teachers [Verse 2] Met a fox with glass-blue antlers Braiding starlight in her tail Said “You’re heavier with maybes Than this mountain made of shale” Rode a griffin made of thunder Over castles built of moss Every fear I’d underlined I watched it wash off [Chorus] Magical lands Mythic creatures Calling my name like it’s always been theirs I take one step Lose the bleachers Gain silver rivers and emerald air If I don’t come back Just know I finally followed where the wild things go Magical lands Mythic creatures Feel like home Feel like teachers [Bridge] [Softly Almost whispered] There’s a titan made of oak Guarding gates of sleeping storms Says “You’re small But so is hope Till it bends the world’s old forms” (oh) So I tuck that tiny ember In my backpack with the map If the hallway walls start shrinking I know my way back [Chorus] Magical lands Mythic creatures Calling my name like it’s always been theirs I take one step Lose the bleachers Gain silver rivers and emerald air If I close my eyes in class I see their shadows racing past Magical lands Mythic creatures Live in me now Future features