Ime Throwin in the towel
they closed the gate to neverland
first star on the right they said
and strait on through till morning
whoever said the pirate would not be a pain
and having to sail on through the rain?
i beg to differ
the rain became a river
there was no paddle
and there is no towel to dry the stain.
The Angels singing up on high
have lost their voice and began to cry
silver tears in the moonlight, spread out upon the sky
where are the guidestars of my life?
who will sing the lullaby tonight?