Like Wendy, I waited by the window
Waiting for you, my Peter Pan.
Holding on, to empty memories
Childish games and worries.

Like Peter, you came to the window
Asking for your shadow and your toys
You barely noticed how much I'd missed you
You never really noticed.

Like Wendy, my heart was always open
Open to give you love, my Peter Pan
You never much cared for my affection
You were too young to understand how deep it was.

Like Peter, gay, innocent, and heartless
You fly back into the window of my life.
You sit down on the floor and sob,
I cannot comfort you.

Like Wendy, Gone are the days when my fancy
Let me dream of holding you mornings and evenings in bed.
Making buttery pancakes and spaghetti dinners
For us in out little house on the hill.

Perhaps like Peter, you will live in a little boys world forever.
But I think you will die, lonely and dreaming of brown-eyed children
And a young girl who loved you,
Before she grew up.