Fold me up

Take me out

I'm portable

Fold me up

Take me out

I'm portable



I'm here on the road

I seem to have it all

We bolt it to the floor

Or we tape it to the wall



Fold it up

Fold it up

It's portable

Take me out

Fold me up

I'm portable



I put a map up on my ceiling

To fight that lonely feeling

In my bed



If you want to know what my life's about

Sometimes I'm here and I still freak out

It's just inside my head

The tape would not reveal a thing



Sometimes I'm looking around my back

To find the zipper and open it up and be twice my size



I want to find the highest peak

Stand up tall and with a shriek say