Returning

Could we all be dreaming Of the suffering, forming clouds on our feelings? Could the wars be in our heads? Could our children be safe in their beds? Oh, where will I be when I wake up? Oh, will I be returning home? To the questions burning a hole In my heart that's turning to stone When I wake up where will I return? Could this be our punishment? The floods and fires, the bombs and liars For our Mother's discontent Could production be a slave To the devil on a full rampage? Oh where will I be when I wake up? Oh, will I be returning home? To the questions burning a hole In my heart that is turning to stone When I wake up where will I return? Where will I return? Where will I return? Where will I return? Where will I return? Will I be returning? Oh, will I be returning home? To the questions burning a hole In my heart that is turning stone Will I be returning home? When I wake up where will I return?