"Lost boy, lost boy, where are you going?" To the edge of our galaxy; a place for forgetting. Second star to the right and straight on until morning, Where time is still and reality is not coming.
With a watercan in hand and a trowel in another The Sun in the sky, I come home to my garden of flowers Watching them grow under sprinkles of crystal showers Not seeking for returns like an unconditional lover.
As the Moon takes its reign and my garden falls asleep The stars offer their presence, a company I'd keep I tell them my secrets and they listen to me To my uttered words of despair, faith and hopeless dreams.
I'm a prisoner of my mind and so I ran away To a place called Neverland where forever I'd stay Away from the world and my careless mistakes Where my heart is full and not going astray.