I wonder what's become of all your cardboard paper dolls and clothes
 And if you still have all your gold stars
 That once shown bright
 That fade at night
 And drift from sight
 Are you all right?
 You hurry on; you have so little time
 The background noise is loud
 But in between I'm hearing your voice
 It's still so bright
 Even at night
 Far out of sight
 You'll be all right