I remember when we first touched.  I hadn't known you five minutes and already I'd fallen overboard.
That was many years ago and I've held on to that memory fiercely, foolishly and far too long.
You've grown up and left the Neverland and my dreams have grown dark without you here.
And though I will always love you and hate you and cherish you and fear you, one thing I'll never do is forget you.
Part of me wishes I could come with you but there's no room in your future for a Troubadour like me.
So take my hand one last time and let me keep one perfect memory of the loveliest face I never kissed.
Now go... Go and find your destiny.  I'll stay here... lost.