The sweeping plains of elsewhere
Is where we do our dreaming
Walking through the fields
With a basket full of fleeting
Feelings picked from all these different places
Out of season
Take them to the plains of elsewhere
The naughty boys and girls come
To find a place of resting
Far from smiling faces
That belie something depressing
They climb the trees
To slip away from each and every moment
Take them to the plains of elsewhere
Far far away
To another place
Okay
They climb the trees
To slip away from each and every moment
Take them to the plains of elsewhere
I swear
Elsewhere