I saw you backstage, your rubber band smile
But I never caught your eye
When we were children, you're back against mine
You told me how to fly
And on the day the music died
You bought yourself a new guitar
Farewell, my friend, we'll let you down
No one to call when your luck runs out
And when you're out of town
Your luck runs out
The morning papers, headlines and all
They made me feel so small
They said it was you answering the call
But you never made it home
And slowly things got out of hand
On the way to Neverland
Farewell, my friend, we'll let you down
No one to call when your luck runs out
And when you're out of town
Your luck runs out
Your luck runs out
On the way to Neverland
Hey!
You're there where the friends could let you down
You've got no one to call when your luck runs out
And when you're out of town
Your luck runs out
Your luck runs out