Could we all be dreaming
Of the suffering forming clouds on our feelings
Could the wars be in our heads
Could our children be safe in their beds
Oh where will I be when I wake up
Oh will I be returning home
To the questions burning a hole
In my heart that is turning to stone
When I wake up where will I return
Could this be our punishment
Floods and fires the bombs and liars
For our mother's discontent
Could production be a slave
To the devil on a full rampage
Oh where will I be when I wake up
Oh will I be returning home
To the questions burning a hole
In my heart that is turning to stone
When I wake up where will I return
Where will I return
Where will I return
Where will I return
Where will I return
Where will I return
Where will I return
Could we all be dreaming
Oh will I be returning home
To the questions burning a hole
In my heart that is turning to stone
Will I be returning home
When I wake up where will I return
