Why can't we stay as little children?
Why must we put away our toys?
Our parents don't have the adventures
That we do as girls and boys
Those grown-ups always look so solemn
I know that grown-ups have to work, and worry
They say one day I'll have to grow up
But I'm not in any hurry
No, I'm not in any hurry
All the while, I can say
There's always tomorrow
There's probably soon
There's maybe, or some time
Some day, or some year
Or in a blue moon
I'll wait for that moment
So full of perhapses
As each day elapses
There's always tomorrow
Why should I ever give up flying?
(There's something in the air tonight)
Who says I have to be a man?
(There's something in the breeze)
That may be fine for other children
But it's not for Peter Pan
As long as there's the stars to guide me
(Whistling 'round the chimney stacks)
And while the sun still shines a light gold
(Bustling through the trees)
All the way in Never Land you'll find me
And I won't be growing old
There's always tomorrow
There's probably soon
There's maybe, or some time
Some day, or some year
Or in a blue moon
I'll wait for that moment
So full of surprises
As each new dawn rises
There's always tomorrow
As each new dawn rises
There's always
"Come on Tink, second to the right,
and then straight on until morning!"
Tomorrow
