All the places I've been make it hard to begin
to enjoy life again on the inside, but I mean to.
Take a walk around the block
and be glad that I've got
me some time to be in from the outside,
and inside with you.

I'm sitting on the corner feeling glad.
Got no money coming in but I can't be sad.
That was the best cup of coffee I ever had.
And I won't worry about a thing because we've got it made,
here on the inside, outside so far away.

And we'll laugh and we'll sing
get someone to bring
our friends here for tea in the evening
(old Jeffrey makes three...)

Take a walk in the park,
does the wind in the dark
sound like music to you?
Well I'm thinking it does to me.

Can you cook, can you sew?
Well, I don't want to know.
That is not what you need on the inside,
to make the time go.

Counting lambs, counting sheep
we will fall into sleep
and awake to a new day of living,
and loving you so.