Imagination

Here in the middle of imagination 
Right in the middle of my head
I close my eyes and my room's not my room
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 sky is clear
And the wind is warm and fair
And the nicest place is the middle of imagination 
When I'm there