Strange how soon the party's over I should know by now My hand no longer guides your footsteps Now you guide your own And all that's left is the sound of your voice And your face as you were on the screen Hush, don't you cry There'll be no pain The bad wolf is gone He'll have no part of our game All too soon the dream world's fading Says farewell Since my boy became a man Don't make it too soon My small boy