Here in the middle of imagination

Right in the middle of my head,

I close my eyes and my home isn't home,

And my bed isn't really my bed.

I look inside and discover things,

That are 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 night is clear,

And the wind is warm and fair,

And the nicest place is the middle of imagination

When ... I'm ... there ...