It’s not supposed to be that way;
You’re supposed to know that I love you.
But it don’t matter anyway,
If I can’t be there to control you.
And, like the other little children,
You’re gonna dream a dream or two;
But be careful what you’re dreamin’,
Or soon your dreams’ll be dreamin’ you.
It’s not supposed to be that way;
You’re supposed to know that I love you.
But it don’t matter anway
If I can’t be there to console you.
And when you go out to play this
evenin’,
Play with fireflies ’til they’re gone;
And then rush to meet your lover,
And play with real fire ’til the dawn.
It’s not supposed to be that way;
You’re supposed to know that I love you.
But it don’t matter anyway
If I can’t be there to console you.