Sad Peter Pan

It's the plan of most to discover that magnificent ghost
When did I get perverted and my innocent eyes diverted
From a view so grand imbued with distractions
I'm greedy like Senior Babbitt I'm just chasing that electric rabbit

I'm a reluctant rebel I just want to be Aaron Neville
With a crown on my head and my denim shirt all dark with sweat
I'm just pushing the paint around on advice from your lying mouth
You touched me and then you ran and left a sad Peter Pan all alone
And awkward but a transformation I swear it will occur