Ooh, I wanna be In the picture on the postcard Pouring pitchers in the backyard by the garden we tend Ooh, I wanna be Where the crickets chirp for me Frogs that fractal at my feet by the dirt road dead end Where the matches burn like candles, no locks on the doors We can blow the seeds of dandelions, wish for nothing more Where the sunrise comes early, but the night’s still plenty long And the constellations mirror glistening dewdrops on the lawn I feel the grass between my toes already Ooh, I wanna be In a place I can call A place to get away from it all Ooh I wanna be In the autumn pastel landscape An odd, attractive escape 'bout two miles from downtown Ooh I wanna be Where it’s always apple season Underneath the dancing trees where we know up is down Where the television’s broken and the campfire’s smoking And we’re hopeful for tomorrow cause we know we had today We’re laughing and we’re joking with no criticism spoken If the clouds come out and drown the town we’ll still go out and play I feel the hands that I can hold already Ooh, I wanna be In a place I can call A place to get away from it all I know the day is far away And if it comes it will not stay But I can’t chase the flavor from my mind Well this is my lysergide daydream It’s not a plan, not half a scheme To find a place to bathe my two bare, tired, and worn out feet No, I don't believe There's a place I can call A place to get away from it all No, I don't believe There's a place I can call A place to get away from it