In a forest known as heartbreak
In a clearing in the wood
Across a pathway called confusion
Toward the garden of delight
You'll reach the river of desire
And merely try to get to the other side
While the valley of love keeps avoiding you
It's hard to image what to find
Upon the hill of high ideals
You begin to wonder if it's real
You are reaching sleep's oasis
You begin to wonder how you feel
But it happens so quickly
It doesn't fit into your scenes
Tossing and turning the star of so many means
It's only an illusion
