You might believe that the moon and stars are hanging by a thread
You might believe that there are angels swimming around inside your head
You might believe what no one else would ever believe is true
You might know of tales and dreams that no one ever knew
Yes, they may laugh at you all day for the things that you believe
But it’s all right, child, it’s all right, it’s all right to be naïve
You might believe that no one ever killed or stabbed his brother in the back
You might believe the best of men even when they paint their faces black
They may take you for a long, long ride down a haunted road at night
And you still believe that they won’t hurt you, even after they shoot out the light
Oh, you may finally learn a thing or two before you leave
But it’s all right, child, it’s all right, it’s all right to be naïve
You might wake to find it gone, the threads have all been cut
The leprechauns have left your bed and the door to your dreams is shut
But out there through the window, there’s a rainbow and a tree
And the sky is filled with all sorts of colors that you and only you can see
Should you look for help to come to save you at the last?
Should you hope beyond all hope, even when hope should long be past?
Should you light a candle in the dark and burn incense at a shrine?
Should you close your eyes and shut your ears and slowly count up to ninety-nine?
Should you be like me, child, and watch the skies on Christmas Eve?
Yes, it’s all right, child, it’s all right, it’s all right to be naïve
