Favorite Places

On this block, there's a garden.

Tucked away behind this carriage house.

I can see it from the window.

Stretching toward the sidewalk.

And though I look there every day.

I've never found the entrance

To this perfect little place I'd like to go

But still, it's one of my favorite places

One of my most favorite places

A patch of green I've only seen from much too far away

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When I was five or six,

I started drawing crayon colored pictures

Of a magic land that floated high above the treetops

And every night I'd fall asleep and dream that I could fly there

That I'd built this floating kingdom in the sky

And still, I try 'cause it is one of my favorite places

One of my most favorite places

But here's the twist, it can't exist. So why do I keep thinking that it does?

All my life, I've imagined all these places

Sketching each and every blueprint in my mind

And all I want is someone who can help me

Reach these places that I dream about

But never seem to find

Because all of my favorite places

All of my most favorite places

Are places that I've never been

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I wake up to that woman sleeping well into the morning

I like watching how the sunlight trickles down her shoulder

And though I've tried so many times to tell her that I love her

I haven't found a way inside her heart

And it is one of my favorite places

One of my most favorite places

One more favorite place I've never been.