Favorite Places

On this block, there's a garden.
Tucked away behind this carriage house.
I can see it from the window.
Stretching toward the sidewalk.
And though I look there every day.
I've never found the entrance
To this perfect little place I'd like to go
But still, it's one of my favorite places
One of my most favorite places
A patch of green I've only seen from much too far away

When I was five or six,
I started drawing crayon colored pictures
Of a magic land that floated high above the treetops
And every night I'd fall asleep and dream that I could fly there
That I'd built this floating kingdom in the sky
And still, I try 'cause it is one of my favorite places
One of my most favorite places
But here's the twist, it can't exist. So why do I keep thinking that it does?

All my life, I've imagined all these places
Sketching each and every blueprint in my mind
And all I want is someone who can help me
Reach these places that I dream about
But never seem to find
Because all of my favorite places
All of my most favorite places
Are places that I've never been

I wake up to that woman sleeping well into the morning
I like watching how the sunlight trickles down her shoulder
And though I've tried so many times to tell her that I love her
I haven't found a way inside her heart
And it is one of my favorite places
One of my most favorite places
One more favorite place I've never been.