Doorways

When I was just a boy still owl-eyed I liked to drink the rain to taste the sky I tried to count the stars while in my bed To keep the thoughts of monsters from my head And I believed the stars were wishes I believed the world was good I believed things hid in the dark And that all would turn out Just how it should I believed in all your stories I believed you'd never lie I believed if I could climb The trees behind the house I'd touch the sky I believed the skies were doorways home