Copyright ã 2000, Battunes Music
words and music by Dean Batstone
Amy put her hopes and dreams
In the pocket of her favourite jeans
Then wore them out chasing someone who did not believe
Mark got baptized by his God
Blessed with words and simple thought
Of love he gives to lonely housewives with lonely
needs
I do not believe in perfect light
Perfect sight, or wrong or right
Seems I’ve lost the innocence of youth
There’s no such thing as perfect lies
Or time to kill, or private time
I guess I’ve lost my appetite for truth
But I believe in you
Steve’s a lawyer for the state
His golden tongue can legislate
But does nothing for that big chip on his shoulder
Joe’s an honest beaurocrat
If you can somehow picture that
But with no love in his heart, he just grows colder
You’re the light to my dark needs
You’re the angel praying for me
You’re the giver to my greed
You’re the love that’s healing me
Me, the classic Peter Pan
The boy inside the jaded man
I believe I’ve lost the fear of growing older