All that I want is a home inside the woods And a woman that I can love All of the days are nothing but a waste On the even rows of chairs In the light you look all right In the night we took our flight to Rome All of the world is nothing but a whirl In your favorite evening gown Deep inside my head is a warm and cozy bed Where I’ll sleep when I am dead In a year I’ll still be here But you my dead I fear will lose your mind