Little boy, full of joy
With round glasses and short blue trousers
Jumping and skipping down by the bay with no words to say

And I guess this is the way it ends
And there's no point in staying friends?

Big singing girl out in the bar, from home so far
Little girl, out alone in the world, going forth, showing what she's worth

And I guess this is the way it ends
And there's no point in staying friends?

And I remember when you told me that you loved me
Little did I know, and little did I say
You were over your head, and I hadn't yet said
What's true in our heart, to create a thing called art

So I wish upon a star
And I promise I'll go far
And I close my eyes at once
And I hear a thousand songs

And I close my eyes
And I hear a thousand songs
And I wish upon a star
And I promise I'll go far