Imagination

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 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 sky is clear And the wind is warm and fair And the nicest place is the middle of imagination When... I'm... there...