Lysergide Daydream

Ooh, I wanna be in the picture on the postcard
Pouring pitchers in the backyard by the garden we tend
Ooh, I wanna be where the crickets chirp for me
Frogs that fractal at my feet
By the dirt road dead end
Where the matches burn like candles, no locks on the doors
We can blow the seeds of dandelions, wish for nothing more
Where the sunrise comes early, but the nightu0027s still plenty long
And the constellations mirror glistening dewdrops on the lawn
I feel the grass between my toes already
Ooh, I wanna be, in a place I can call a place to get away from it all
Ooh I wanna be, in the autumn pastel landscape
An odd, attractive escape on the outskirts of town
Ooh I wanna be, where itu0027s always apple season
Underneath the dancing trees where we know up is down
Where the televisionu0027s broken and the campfireu0027s smoking
And weu0027re hopeful for tomorrow cause we know we had today
Weu0027re laughing and weu0027re joking with no criticism spoken
If the clouds come out and drown the town weu0027ll still go out and play
I feel the hands to hold already
Ooh, I wanna be, in a place I can call a place to get away from it all
I know the day is far away, and if it comes it will not stay
But I canu0027t chase the flavor from my mind
Well this is my lysergide daydream. Itu0027s not a plan, not half a scheme
To find the lake to bathe my two bare feet
No, I don't believe there's a place I can call a place to get away from it all
No, I don't believe there's a place I can call a place to get away from it