Is there a home, a home for me? Where the people stay until eternity? Is there a road that winds up Underneath the big green tree? Is there a home, a home for me?
Is there a place, somewhere around? Maybe out in space, or inside a sound? And is there a room that always Has a swinging door? Is there a place? I don't know anymore...
I was dreaming 'bout you yesterday out on the pier And I felt you close at hand, your presence in the sand
I could hear you whispering so softly in my ear Then your words ring true, accept just what you do
Is there a home, a home for me? Is there a place, a place to be? Or is there a road that winds up Underneath the big green tree? Is there a home, a home for me? A home for me?
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