the same old bed in the same old house in the same old forest that i ve known the place in which i ve grown into the boy i am today i ve been told to stay oh weary for every child who gets their fairy now it s beginning to scare me that i m without one they tell me boy one day you ll find yourself and until then we ll always keep you well because compared to every child you know you re something else have you felt deep down inside something you wish you could hide that your home just can t provide the room to spread your wings and fly i ve been told so many stories of adventure power and glory now it s beginning to bore me that i remain here  they tell me boy one day you ll find yourself and until then we ll always keep you well because compared to every child you know you re something else they tell me boy one day you ll find yourself and until then we ll always keep you well because compared to every child you know 