The story is over But sometimes it’s under Which makes me just smile and wonder I float down the river Of freshly-made tea ‘Til the future is far behind me Here comes the boy with the butterfly eyes Who can sing like the birds in the bubble gum trees I hear him sing That the sun will not rain today Wide awake, wide awake sleeping Through the day when the moon is bright Dreams in a pie Eat up, it’s supper time Wide awake, wide awake sleeping Through a land when the day is night Dreams in a pie Eat up, it’s supper time I skip down the path That goes half the way nowhere To the other side of somewhere All the clocks tell me It’s quarter to never Or three minutes past forever