With or Without Your WingsI remember those days, way back when. You used to pretend that I was your princess, and I treated you in kind, like the prince you were. You were my fairytale, my imagination, my past, present, and future.
Well, maybe not my future. You might just be too larger-than-little-town-life to really stay here with me.
You always struck me as a city person, heart and soul. I can just see you there, surrounded by neon-bright lights and sugar-coated starlets and dreams bigger than I could ever be. And yet those cities still won't be able to keep you, because there's nothing quite big enough to blot out your light.
Or maybe you're just a small town kid, whose dreams outweigh his ambition.
I guess I can't really say, I'm not sure I remember the real you all that well anymore. Mom says I have too much imagination in too little reality.
I guess I fell in love with your Prince Charming, before Prince Charming grew out of you. You grew up, I guess, and there's really not all that much left