Is there a home, a home for me? Where the people stay until eternity? Is there a road that winds up Underneath the big green tree? Is there a home, a home for me? Is there a place, somewhere around? Maybe out in space, or inside a sound? And is there a room that always Has a swinging door? Is there a place? i don't know anymore... I was dreaming 'bout you yesterday out on the pier And i felt you close at hand, your presence in the sand I could hear you whispering so softly in my ear Then your words ring true, accept just what you do Is there a home, a home for me? Is there a place, a place to be? Or is there a road that winds up Underneath the big green tree? Is there a home, a home for me? A home for me?