Take me back to my cul de sac And nowhere else The garden show is overgrown and wonderful And I stand out by the window to see them all come in Just like I have done before And long have I roamed Now I'm almost home Runnin' down the stairs The child's life is fair, ethereal And comin' round the block Never mind the lock, oh imperative Oh, and I find it, and I feel Forever, no feel, when I cry Go right, and I've traveled for too long And I am almost home