Here in the middle of imagination
Right in the middle of my head
I close my eyes and my room's not my room
And my bed isn't really my bed
I look inside and discover things
That are sometimes strange and new
And the most remarkable thoughts I think
Have a way of being true
Here in the middle of imagination
Right in the middle of my mind
I close my eyes and the night isn't dark
And the things that I lose, I find
Time stands still and the sky is clear
And the wind is warm and fair
And the nicest place is the middle of imagination
When I'm there
