The stars are out tonight and I have left my window open.
Can you come take me away?
I’ll wear that blue dress and we can fly through forever.
Sit on the clock, that keeps on ticking.
Laugh in its face.
We can lounge on the clouds
and board ships we have never seen.
We won’t ever have to worry
I don’t have to grow up,
or ever be alone.
I’m good company.
Swear.

Because frankly Peter,
that clock’s hands are moving a little faster than I would like.

And I have never been flying.