Ooh, I want to be
In the picture on the postcard, pouring pitchers in the backyard
By the garden we tend
Ooh, I want to be
Where the crickets chrip for me, frogs that fractal at my feet
By a dirt road dead end
Where the matches burn like candles, no locks on the door
We can blow the seeds of dandelions, wish for nothing more
Where the sunrise comes early, but the night still very long
And the constellations mirror glistening dew drops on the lawn
I feel the grass between my toes already
Ooh, I want to be
In a place I can call
A place to get away from it all!
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Ooh, I want to be
In an Autumn pastel landscape
An odd, attractive escape out two miles from downtown
Ooh, I want to be
Where it's always apple season
Underneath the dancing trees where we know up is down
Where the television's broken, and the campfire's smoking
And we're hopeful for tomorrow 'cause we know we had today
We're laughing and we're joking with no criticism spoken
If the clouds come out and drown the town, we'll still go out and play
I can feel the hands to hold already
Ooh, I want to be
In a place I can call
A place to get away from it all!
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Well, I know the day is far away
And if it comes it will not the stay
But I can't chase the flavor from my mind
Well, this is my lysergide daydream
It's not a plan, not a half a scheme
To find that place to bathe my two bare, tired, and worn out feet!
No, I don't believe
There's a place I can call
A place to get it away from it all!
No, I don't believe
There's a place I can call
A place to get it away from it