I know a place where i like to lay my head 
Ancient woods, a cool breeze and silent lake 
How can I sleep with a crowd around me? 
I'd rather see the crows above me. 
I know a place where I like to rest my brain 
No neighbourhood to make me feel like I'm insane 
Should I laugh with those clowns around me? 
I'd rather read the clouds above me. 
When I get old, worn out from all this mess 
I'll come back here just to feel the wind's caress 
Days will go through a million changes 
That's alright cause I know where home is.