Strange how soon the party's over
I should know by now

My hand no longer guides your footsteps
Now you guide your own

And all that's left is the sound of your voice
And your face as you were on the screen

Hush, don't you cry
There'll be no pain
The bad wolf is gone
He'll have no part of our game

All too soon the dream world's fading
Says farewell

Since my boy became a man

Don't make it too soon
My small boy