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