Faith, Trust & Pixie Dust

I downloaded Kerry Butler's album (legally people! I paid for it.) from Amazon the other day. Mostly for this song, titled, Disneyland. I think it sums it up perfectly.

Hot Sunday night
I guess the folks were busy fighting
Joe'd already left home
Eleven years old on my own
Feelin' nothing but lonely

There's nothing to do
There's nothing out there but the traffic
Down on state ninety-three
So I'd sit through the night
By our old black and white t.v
And that's when I saw it...
That's when I heard it...
Callin'...
Callin'...
Me

Disneyland
Magic kingdom
Disneyland
Close my eyes real tight
Wishing hard I might, wishin hard I may
Find my way to Disneyland
Gotta get to Disneyland
On a western breeze, magic carpet please
Carry me away

Oh I know you're gonna say the trees are paper mache
It's done with mirrors, the magic there
Each little bird's full of springs, you press a button it sings
Recorded music in the air
They've had the mountain refaced, it's only plywood and paste
Go on say it!
I'll turn around and tell you I don't care

I will live in Disneyland
Magic Kingdom
Disneyland
Where the child inside
Gets to laugh and gets to ride
Until it's all okay

I believe in Disneyland
Come with me to Disneyland
And when we get to Disneyland
Let's stay

I believe in Disneyland
Come with me to Disneyland
And when we get to Disneyland
Let's stay