(Clarke / Sylvester)

Isn't it nice to be someone 

Someone you've dreamed that you are 

Isn't it such a nice feeling 

The feeling you've wished upon a star 



You have slipped down a rainbow 

Discovered your own pot of gold 

You are living your wildest dream 

Use them you'll never grow old 



Just like Cinderella 

But your clock will never strike twelve 

You have something to envy 

That everyone wants for themselves 



You have slipped down a rainbow 

Discovered your own pot of gold 

Chasing moonbeams and catching the wind 

and living stories you've been told 



verse 2 



Isn't it nice to be somewhere 

In places you've dreamed that you've seen 

Isn't it such a nice feeling 

being where you've never been 



verse 1