Could we all be dreaming
Of the suffering forming clouds on our feelings
Could the wars be in our heads
Could our children be safe in their beds
Oh, where will I be when I wake up?
Oh, will I be returning home
Or to the questions burning a hole
In my heart that is turning to stone
When I wake up where will I return?
Could this be our punishment?
The floods and fires, the bombs and liars
For our Mother's discontent
Could production be a slave
To the devil on a full rampage
Oh where will I be when I wake up?
Oh, will I be returning home
Or to the questions burning a hole
In my heart that is turning to stone
When I wake up where will I return?
Where will I return?