Plants with green leaves cover the wooden floor of his shack.
And there, surely, in the very center of the whole.
Story, there will always be a single room.
Till all the dreams and frustrations.
Of your life seem to have a rest.

We’re going to need a plane.
To whisk us away.
Or you might be lucky.
To find a bed, a chair, a pillow.
And plenty of warm food in the fridge.

Oh, what a lovely country this is!
And we soon shall forget all about it.
The more excited I am, the faster we'll all go.
And where, for months on end.
And so, every day, on his way home.