Could we all be dreaming

Of the suffering forming clouds on our feelings

Could the wars be in our heads

Could our children be safe in their beds

Oh, where will I be when I wake up?



Oh, will I be reurning home

Or to the questions burning a hole in my heart that is turning to stone

When I wake up

Where will I return?



Could this be our punishment?

The floods and fires, the bombs and liars

For our Mother's discontent

Could production be a slave?

To the devil on a full rampage

Oh where will I be when I wake up?



Oh, will I be reurning home

Or to the questions burning a hole in my heart that is turning to stone

When I wake up

Where will I return?



Where will I return?



Oh, will I be reurning home

Or to the questions burning a hole in my heart that is turning to stone

When I wake up

Where will I return?