The Land Beyond The Front Door

There's a Land veyond the Front Door
Near where the Bike leans
And Nobody sees
It's like a Good Dream
In the dark you hold me and we go slow dancing
Like we're in a Movie
And Nobody knows
And Nobody sees
The Land near where the Bike leans

And, Darling, I;ve got yours
And, Darling you've got Mine

But the Land beyond the Front Door
Near where the Bike leans
Well, I haven't been there
In quite a few weeks
I wonder it it's still there
Like a dance-floor waiting?
Or is it like Everything
And is it always changing

Darling, I've got you
Darling, I'll be true

But we can still go dancing
Near where the Bike leans
In another suburb, in Another City
You can still hold my hands
Behind my back
Do you hear the Schoolyard?
What a beautiful sound-track