We had a home in the plainsI wonder where it is todayWe haven't been there in a whileI hope we go back there sometime soon The life of the summer was out thereA party almost every nightMy family, my friends, their families, their friendsI hope we go back there sometime soon It's been years nowWe don't go back there anymoreI asked my parents what's so wrong with going backAnd all they did was cry More years pass, I'm on my own nowI still think of that house in the plainsAnd all of those parties ofcourseSo I look up the directions I'm on my way there now It's been three daysI'm still looking for itIt's winter nowI can't imagine such a dreary settingfor the best place in the whole world I found it at lastBut I'm saddened by what I seeA dead tree out frontAnd what looks like a shackIt looked bigger all those years ago. I walk inside, everything covered in sheets and dustI start to get a headache But I shake it offAnd go upstairs On the bed I see a newspaper"Kidnapped boy rescued just in time"states the headlineIt's dated back eighteen yearsI'm almost twenty three now I wake up in a dazeflashing blues and reds on the ceilingLots of shoutingI feel tears running down my eyes I wake up againI'm in a hospitalPasserby's saw my car in the driveway of that shackThey went to check it outAnd found me unconscious My parents beside meThey tell me the storyI was kidnapped as a childAnd I was held in that placeThat I had been dreaming ofAll these years.
We had a home in the plainsI wonder where it is todayWe haven't been there in a whileI hope we go back there sometime soon
The life of the summer was out thereA party almost every nightMy family, my friends, their families, their friendsI hope we go back there sometime soon
It's been years nowWe don't go back there anymoreI asked my parents what's so wrong with going backAnd all they did was cry
More years pass, I'm on my own nowI still think of that house in the plainsAnd all of those parties ofcourseSo I look up the directions I'm on my way there now
It's been three daysI'm still looking for itIt's winter nowI can't imagine such a dreary settingfor the best place in the whole world
I found it at lastBut I'm saddened by what I seeA dead tree out frontAnd what looks like a shackIt looked bigger all those years ago.
I walk inside, everything covered in sheets and dustI start to get a headache But I shake it offAnd go upstairs
On the bed I see a newspaper"Kidnapped boy rescued just in time"states the headlineIt's dated back eighteen yearsI'm almost twenty three now
I wake up in a dazeflashing blues and reds on the ceilingLots of shoutingI feel tears running down my eyes
I wake up againI'm in a hospitalPasserby's saw my car in the driveway of that shackThey went to check it outAnd found me unconscious
My parents beside meThey tell me the storyI was kidnapped as a childAnd I was held in that placeThat I had been dreaming ofAll these years.