I know Pen, I live in Janey land. Quite oblivious to the real world
On white horses let me ride away,
To my world of dreams so far away,
Let me run, to the sun.
To a world my heart can understand,
It's a gentle, warm and wonderland...
Far away, stars away.
Where the clouds are made of candy floss,
As the day is born,
When the stars are gone, we'll race to meet the dawn.
Not a joke, but sometimes we all need a little time in our own private world.