Second Star To The Right

Neverland seems promising
on such a hum-drum day.
I promise, Peter, I'll wait here
for when we fly away.

Take my hand,
and squeeze it tight,
remind me that
I'll be alright.
Show me every scenic sight,
and I'll tuck the Lost Boys in at night.

We'll fight pirates,
we'll sink ships;
and in celebration,
we'll swing our hips
around a fire,
beneath the moon.
Here I am, forever young
with you.

And then when we fall asleep,
I'll wake up where I used to be.
In my own room, in my own bed.
Was it a dream? Was I mislead
to believe that Neverland was real?
But I can't get over how strange I feel.

Just as my face began to sallow,
I saw a sight that was sure to gallow,
A certain sight that I would soon hallow.
I saw your one, your only shadow.

I snatched the shadow,
hand in hand.
(Then put him in the top drawer
of my night stand)
And as you fly over
to get him back,
my heart is having a panic attack;

Thinking about the next time...

when we'll be fighting pirates,
when we'll be sinking ships;
and to celebrate,
we swing our hips
around the fire,
beneath the moon
In Neverland - forever young
with you...
with you...
with you.

So now I can't wait
'till you come back
on such a hum-drum day.
I promise Peter, I'll wait here
for when we fly away.