Lysergide Daydream

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! 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! 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