(Brian May)


Strange how soon the party's over

I should know by now

My hand no longer guides your footsteps

Now you guide your own


And all that's left is the sound of your voice

And your face as you were on the screen

Hush, don't you cry, there'll be no pain

The bad wolf has gone


He'll have no part of our game

All too soon the dream world's fading

Says farewell

Since my boy became a man

(Don't make it too soon)

My small boy