You're busy chasing your shadow
trying so hard to pin it down
while I'm sitting by the windowsill
waiting for you to come back around
I belong with you in Neverland.
"You're a girl," you say.
I know I'm not a Lost Boy
but we're all lost, aren't we?
You shake your head
and say to me, "Lost girl,
will you wait for me?
I don't want to grow up this way."
I wipe my little tears away, thinking
about the adventures we've had, you say
"Just keep your window open, Wendy.
I'm only a whistle away.
Keep wishing on that second star,
I'll come back for you
when you're all grown up
I'll see you again someday."
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