No more questions, please
No more tests
Comes the day you say, 'What for?'
Please no more

We disappoint, we disappear, we die, but we don't
They disappoint in turn, I fear
Forgive, though, they won't

No more riddles
No more jests
No more curses you can't undo, left by fathers you never knew
No more quests
No more feelings. Time to shut the door
Just No more

Running away, let's do it
Free from the ties that bind
No more despair, or burdens to bear
Out there in the yonder
Running away, go to it
Where did you have in mind?
Have to take care unless there's a 'where'
You'll only be wandering blind
Just more questions different kind
Where are we to go?
Where are we ever to go?
Running away, we'll do it
Why sit around, resigned?
Trouble is, son, the farther you run
The more you'll be wandering blind
For what you have left undone, and more
What you've left behind
We disappoint, we leave a mess, we die, but we don't

We disappoint in turn, I guess. Forget, though, we won't
Like father, like son
No more giants waging war
Can't we just pursue our lives, with our children and our wives
'Till that happy day arrives, how do you ignore
All the witches, all the curses
All the wolves, all the lies, the false hopes, the good-bye's
The reverses
All the wondering what even worse is still in store
All the children
All the giants
No more

Writer : SONDHEIM, STEPHEN
Copyright : Lyrics © Warner/Chappell Music, Inc.