There is a place At the end of the road Honeysuckle grows And lilac breezes blow And when you go The moonlight overflows It shines on the lakes The shimmering lakes of old Lakeville my pretty little town Where nothing really ever happens I wish I could go home now There is a grove Of trees green and gold Sunlight glows On a path to the water's edge And when I roam It's good to be alone And float all around In a light blue canoe Lakeville my pretty little town Where nothing really ever happens I wish I could go home now Lakeville, I'm lost and I'm found Where nothing really ever happens Nothing ever happens Nothing really ever happens