It was the night before
When all through the world
No words, no dreams, then one day

writer by a fire
Imagined all Gaia
Took a journey into a child-man’s heart

painter on the shore
Imagined all the world
Within a snowflake on his palm

Unframed by poetry
canvas of awe
Planet Earth falling back into the stars

I am the voice of Never-Never-Land
The innocence, the dreams of every man
I am the empty crib of Peter Pan

silent kite against the blue, blue sky
Every chimney, every moonlit sight
I am the story that will read you real
Every memory that you hold dear

I am the journey
I am the destination
I am the home
The tale that reads you

way to taste the night
The elusive high
Follow the madness
Alice, you know once did

Imaginarium
dream emporium
Caress the tales
And they will dream you real

storyteller’s game
Lips that intoxicate
The core of all life is a
Limitless chest of tales

I am the voice of Never-Never-Land
The innocence, the dreams of every man
I am the empty crib of Peter Pan

silent kite against the blue, blue sky
Every chimney, every moonlit sight
I am the story that will read you real
Every memory that you hold dear

I am the voice of Never-Never-Land
The innocence, the dreams of every man
Searching heavens for another Earth