Closing the door on yet another night all on my own
Time to turn the lights down
Small glassy eyes, wooden smiles, painted faces
All the friends that I've got in this town
When the kids are gone
Then the day is done
The toys have to go back on the wall
You realise the voices that you've heard all day were yours, after all
And all that is left is the daily realisation
That you're only getting older
Is this a life, without love, without friend or child or wife?
Every night grows colder
All that I've got is
A shop, a bucket, a mop
(Geppetto, Geppetto, stop!)
(Who said that?)
(Was it you? Block of wood?)
(Come on, Geppetto! If you are lonely
Can't you just make a friend? Hahaha!)
After all, in the end
Your work's the only thing that you've ever understood
So who on earth could understand you better than
A block of wood? (Haha!)
(Haha! Clever little block of wood...)
(I'm not just wood, I'm teak!)
(Hard and stubborn!)
(Highly prized, and I can speak!)
(Full of twists and turns)
(There I go, talking to myself... yet again)
When you are lonely, you hold it in your hands
And give it shape with a file and chisel
The best kind of love is the kind that comes to life
As you sand, and scrape, and whistle
♪
Now for some paint, here and there
Little faint but nearly there
Almost and just nearly
Eyes so real they almost gleam
Smile so cheeky you almost seem
So beautiful, child, that you could be real
Just you and me
How I wish you were real