Even Disney didn't lie
About the fact that parents die
And they're lucky if they fly
Before you
There's a single pane of glass
There's a streetlamp
There's the park
There's a trial shift in the morning
Selling shoes
And maybe there's a sailor
Out there in the dark
Steering by the light of a long gone star
You hope that it lasts
There's a postcard full of good advice
There's a video of Newquay with Theresa and Mike
There's a shape to your face
And a shape to your life
And maybe there's a sailor
Out there in the dark
Steering by the light of a long gone star
You hope that it lasts
Till they know where they are
