I know a place where i like to lay my head Ancient woods, a cool breeze and silent lake How can I sleep with a crowd around me? I'd rather see the crows above me.
I know a place where I like to rest my brain No neighbourhood to make me feel like I'm insane Should I laugh with those clowns around me? I'd rather read the clouds above me.
When I get old, worn out from all this mess I'll come back here just to feel the wind's caress Days will go through a million changes That's alright cause I know where home is.