Outside
Lyrics and Music: Maureen S. O'Brien
Insp: "Complete Freedom of Movement", a paper by Henry Jenkins,
        and my cousins, Chris and Mark Hale

Oh, our house it is so very big,
Our backyard very small.
And there aren't any trees to climb
No cricks that wind at all.
The woods are 'cross a busy road
That I can't cross -- no fair.
And then my mom she says, "Go play outside!" 
But all I can say is "Where?"
And so it's...

CH:
Into my Nintendo is the only place to go
It's the only place still unpaved; it's got secrets only I know
I can be bold or hide, get myself fried; my friends and I'd play hero
And it's getting very hard to let it go.


I wear a helmet just to bike ride,
And the cars whiz by ev'rywhere.
And my plat is full of strangers
Get to know them? I just don't dare.
And I can't do too much fidgetin',
Or they'll put me on Ritalin.
And I can't say that makes me angry 'cause
They'll put me away, or put me in....
CH:


BRIDGE:
Because my _life_ is educational!
Activities are all planned: 
I'm in a playgroup chosen by my mom,
With kids that I just can't stand.
And then they worry when I reread books;
I don't know just why they care.
And then they don't want me out of their sight,
But I still have flight somewhere....
It's only...
CH:


I just wish I could write the games
'Cause I know what I'd do 
I'd make magic towers and magic powers
And quests for me and for you.
And I'd make places I could wander,
I'd make places to meet with friends,
We'd post new levels on the Internet,
And then it would never end.
CH: