Where Am I ? 
I sit here in peaceful meditation by a river 
Watch my thoughts go floating down the stream of 
consciousness 
Never ever changing the direction of my dreaming 
To realise myself 
Nothing more or nothing less 
And as the hours slip away 
On this pleasant April day 
I sit and watch the flowers grow 
Where am I 
Where am I ? 
I'll Show You Where To Sleep 
Just paint a picture of the world 
In gentle pastel shades 
Indistinct and somehow blurred 
Like childhood escapades 
The painting box is rather dear 
But the paints themselves are cheap 
Leave your pack at the side of the road 
I'll show you where to sleep. 
Dead brown weeds in a ditch at the side 
Of a field of burning corn 
The road opens out before you 
Like the womb where you were born 
There's no need to pretend again 
To try and earn your keep 
Leave your pack at the side of the road 
I'll show you where to sleep. 
And crowds will gather in the sun 
As stone madonnas weep 
And the shepherd is a good man 
As he tends his flock of sheep. 
In case you find your tortoise shell 
Is getting rather tight 
You can wrap yourself in your magic cloak 
And disappear from sight 
And I will stand guard over you 
As through the door you creep 
Leave your pack at the side of the road 
I'll show you where to sleep.