You told me the story
Of the girl you used to be,

Looking for adventure,
But finding only wisdom instead.

You told me of love and loss,
And joy and pain.

And what you learned,
And what you gained.

And how you found me,
And how you felt complete,
And now you’re story’s done.

But stories don’t end like that.
They go on and on and on.
If the story of you is done, well,
Now it’s the story of us.

You told me the story
Of the girl you used to be,

Believing in fairy tales,
With heroes and knights and quests.

And as you grew older
You started to see

How the world really works,
And who you were supposed to be.

And then you found me,
And felt you had one more chance
To find a fairytale end.

But stories don’t end like that.
They go on and on and on.
If the story of you is done, well,
Now it’s the story of us.
Now it’s the story of us.

Happy endings happen every day,
When people like you and I
Live and love and fight and play.
Stories go on and on and on and on…
The next one starts when the last one’s done.

‘Cause stories don’t end like that.
They go on and on and on.
If the story of you is done, well,
Now it’s the story of us.

Our story doesn’t end like that.
It goes on and on and on.
When the story of you is done,
And the story of me is done;
When the story of you is done,
Let’s write the story of us.
Let’s write the story of us!