You've got your world and I've got mine and it's a shame. Two grown up worlds that will never be the same

Why can't we be like storybook children running through the rain hand in hand across the meadow. Why can't
We be like storybook children in a wonderland where nothing's planned for tomorrow

You've got his ring, you've got his heart, you've got his babies, and it's too late to turn away and start again

Why can't we be like storybook children running through the rain hand in hand across the meadow. Why can't
We be like storybook children in a wonderland where nothing's planned for tomorrow

How happy we would be if only we could be storybook children