Well now Peter sat on the mountaintop
Northern wind blowing through his hair Now Peter never took the time to stop
He just stood out there and stared

I said, but Peter didn't care bout the air down there He was looking right out at the sun
Well the sun said son don'tcha come round here And Peter then began to run.

Now Peter, he never cried too much
He just looked out towards the west
He was dreaming of a land that was way over there And dreaming of what comes next.

But Peter didn't care bout the air down there He was looking right out at the sun
And the sun said son -- come round here And Peter started to run.

La da da da...

Well now, Peter, he started walking down the mountain Just running out towards the west
It was slippery like the water from a fountain And Peter thought that was best.

Cause he slid down there to the town over there And the people just started to cry
And Peter didn't care about the air
And Peter was never shy

La da da da...

Well he sang out loud to a unified crowd Singing something bout what he thought he was But the crowd didn't care bout the air up there And Peter wasn't nothing but nothing

But Peter didn't care he just looked over there And the crowd was smiling back
He was singing out his heart
And praying to his soul that they would ask him back

La da da da...

Well now Peter, he was looking round to the back Mountains slid from under his feet

He didn't really care about the air down there He looked out at the sun
And the sun said son don'tcha come around So Peter then began to run.