All the places I've been make it hard to begin

to enjoy life again on the inside, but I mean to.

Take a walk around the block

and be glad that I've got

me some time to be in from the outside,

and inside with you.



I'm sitting on the corner feeling glad.

Got no money coming in but I can't be sad.

That was the best cup of coffee I ever had.

And I won't worry about a thing because we've got it made,

here on the inside, outside so far away.



And we'll laugh and we'll sing

get someone to bring

our friends here for tea in the evening

(old Jeffrey makes three...)



Take a walk in the park,

does the wind in the dark

sound like music to you?

Well I'm thinking it does to me.



Can you cook, can you sew?

Well, I don't want to know.

That is not what you need on the inside,

to make the time go.



Counting lambs, counting sheep

we will fall into sleep

and awake to a new day of living,

and loving you so