Here in the middle of imagination Right in the middle of my head I close my eyes And my room's not my room And my bed isn't really my bed I look inside and discover things That I'm sometimes strange and new And the most remarkable thoughts I think, have a way of being true Here in the middle of imagination Right in the middle of my mind I close my eyes And the night isn't dark And the things that I lose, I find Time stands still and the sky is clear And the wind is warm and fair And the night is late In the middle of imagination When I am fair