I know a few lost

I know a few lost boys

They wear skirts too small and pants too big

They handcraft their own toys

They shave off their hair and try on a wig

They wish for time to pass but not to grow old

For stone walls to crumble down

My lost boys are worth gold

Even more than each pound

My boys are hes and shes and theys

They call me their Peter Pan

I am their inspiration they say

My muse is them, I am only one man

Faith, trust, pixie dust

We have crafted our own

We wait for tension to bust

And there, we call that home

Many more lost boys than you think

Peter is here, do not sink