I don't believe In fairytales Now that I've seen Behind the veil No pot of gold No man upstairs Just piles of bills Unanswered prayers I was a kid once But kids grow up They ask their silly questions Till they know too much What I wouldn't give To live back then Bright eyed and easy Naive, again She came my way Once bright spring day A picnic bench A red bouquet No wedding bells No big parade The flowers died I cried and cried I was a kid once But kids grow up They ask their silly questions Till they know too much No getting back That innocence When love was easy Naive, again All that I've known My childhood home They packed it up A moving truck My parents plans Their shaky hands In older age They turn the page We all were kids once But kids grow up They ask their silly questions Till they know too much When it's said and done We'll reach the end And we'll wish we were naive, again And we'll wish we were naive, again