Don't You Just Wish

Isn't it all of us
Who live our own secret fantasies?
Where heroes all seem to narrowly escape
Their seemingly impending doom
To fight in another episode
Don't he just look so good?
We'll all go down the well
Wish to ride the breeze
Have the grass brush our toes
Like manta rays running like silk
Along the tips of your trembling fingers
Street urchins on the corner
Sellin' droughts of youth
Love potions and Halloween candy
Free kisses with each purchase
We'll all have a good day now
In our fantasy of the hour
Taken away, taken away