Now it's late night and I'm at home
So I make friends with my shadow
And I play him all my sad, sad songs
And we don't talk but he sings along like
Ooh, ooh-ooh, ooh-ooh
Fairytales are not the truth
What am I supposed to do? (Mm-mm, mm)
I guess Peter Pan was right
Growing up's a waste of time
So I think I'll fly away