Straight On Till Morning

Peter Pan, please tell me if you hear me.

Peter Pan, please come nearer.

I'm losing my thoughts, losing believe.

Memories are slipping away from me.

This little girl full faith and believe,

Is starting to grow out of me.

Give me hope, sprinkle me in pixie dust.

Do it quick, I'm growing up too fast.

And take me to Neverland.

Where forever never ends.