Isn't it nice to be someone

Someone you dream that you are?

Isn't it such a nice feeling

The feeling you wished on a star?



You have slipped down a rainbow

Discovered your own pot of gold

You are living your wildest dreams

Use them, you'll never grow old



Just like Cinderella

But your clock will never strike twelve

You have something to envy

That everyone wants for themselves



You have slipped down a rainbow

Discovered your own pot of gold

Chasing moonbeams and catching the wind

And living stories you've been told



You have slipped down a rainbow

Discovered your own pot of gold

You are living your wildest dreams

Use them, you'll never grow old



Isn't it nice to be somewhere

In places you've dreamed that you've seen

Isn't it such a nice feeling

Being where you've never been



Isn't it nice to be someone

Someone you dream that you are?

Isn't it such a nice feeling

The feeling you wished on a star?



Isn't it nice to be someone

Someone you dream that you are?

Isn't it such a nice feeling

The feeling you wished on a star?