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 a 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 night's still very 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 'bout two miles from downtown
Ooh, I wanna be where it's always apple season
Underneath the dancing trees where we know up is down

Where the television's broken and the campfire's smoking
And we're hopeful for tomorrow 'cause we know we had today
We're laughing and we're joking with no criticism spoken
If the clouds come out and drown the town, we'll still go out and play
I can feel the hands to hold already

Ooh, I wanna be in a place I can call
A place to get away from it all

Well, I know the day is far away
And if it comes, it will not stay
But I can't chase the flavor from my mind
Well, this is my lysergide daydream
It's not a plan, not half a scheme
To find the place to bathe my two bare, tired, and worn out 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-