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 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 night is clear, And the wind is warm and fair, And the nicest place is the middle of imagination When ... I'm ... there ...