My Name Is James

My name is James,
that's what mother called me.
My name is James,
so it's always been.
Sometimes I'll forget
when I'm lonely or afraid,
Then I'll go inside my head
and look for James.

There's a city that I dreamed of very far from here.
Very, very far away from here
very far away.
There are people in the city and they're kind to me.
But it's very, very far away, you know,
very far.

They'll say: "James, James, James,
how are ya? Isn't it a lovely day?
James, James, James,
we're so glad you came here where we are
from so very, very, very far!"

My name is James, James, James.