Out the door
Down the dusty village streets
Cobbles bright
And burning hot under my feet
The shops open their goods displayed
Beginning of the business day
Schmidt the baker's late today
The old folks chat the day away
Hark the sound of distant city bells
As they find their way through forests' deepest dells
Passing through the everglades
I look across the glistening lake
Through reeds and flowers frogs at play
I see atop the green array
A waterfall so magical
I climb aboard the mystic ship
And cast the line away from shore
I sail toward the liquid roar
I find behind the roaring waterfall
A place
Where the midnite, midnite lites the water, water
And it's falling, falling
Midnite, midnite lites the water, water
And it's falling, falling
Midnite lite it's only water falling down
Hold until you dream your way
Down the dusty village streets
Dream your dreams
Cobbles hot under your feet
Midnite, midnite lites the water, water
And it's falling, falling
Midnite lite it's only water falling down
Hold onto your dreams
Midnite lite it's only water falling down
Hold onto your dreams
Midnite lite it's only water falling down
Hold onto your dreams