There's a Land veyond the Front Door,
Near where the Bike leans
And Nobody sees,
It's like a Good Dream.
In the dark you hold me and we go slow dancing,
Like we're in a Movie,
And Nobody knows,
And Nobody sees,
The Land near where the Bike leans
And, Darling, I;ve got yours,
And, Darling you've got Mine.
But the Land beyond the Front Door,
Near where the Bike leans.
Well, I haven't been there,
In quite a few weeks.
I wonder it it's still there,
Like a dance-floor waiting?
Or is it like Everything,
And is it always changing
Darling, I've got you,
Darling, I'll be true
But we can still go dancing,
Near where the Bike leans.
In another suburb, in Another City,
You can still hold my hands,
Behind my back.
Do you hear the Schoolyard?
What a beautiful sound-track.