Copyright © 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

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