Here in the middle of imagination Right in the middle of my head, I close my eyes and my home isn't home, And my bed isn't really my bed. I look inside
It's incredible where you can go In your imagination Hitch a ride on a cloud And go sailing off into the blue Ask the high flying birdies To come with
dragon would be so scared of me That he'd run away, and the kingdom would be free! And I'd tip my hat Imagine that Imagine thaaaaaaaat Imagine that! Sometimes I imagine
Picture a world where the rivers are clear Where a dunk in the water is just a block or two from here And try to think of a way to make it that way Picture
