I used to dream in the world in my head,
let my imagination take flight as the buildings went by.
I could dream up wild elephants from Africa, or starships from space
but I guess it all flew away like my innocence did.
See somewhere between Neverland and Narnia,
I traded my wings for a job and a desk.
It's all that I wanted, it's all that I need,
I guess it looked different in my head.
So here I sit, awaiting time's end
before I clock out and begin it again,
but every so often, out of the corner of my eye
I see a small little elephant smiling back at me.