I saw you backstage, your rubber band smileBut I never caught your eyeWhen we were children, you're back against mineYou told me how to flyAnd on the day the music diedYou bought yourself a new guitarFarewell, my friend, we'll let you downNo one to call when your luck runs outAnd when you're out of townYour luck runs outThe morning papers, headlines and allThey made me feel so smallThey said it was you answering the callBut you never made it homeAnd slowly things got out of handOn the way to NeverlandFarewell, my friend, we'll let you downNo one to call when your luck runs outAnd when you're out of townYour luck runs outYour luck runs outOn the way to NeverlandHey!You're there where the friends could let you downYou've got no one to call when your luck runs outAnd when you're out of townYour luck runs outYour luck runs out