Everything is so close to the middle

Where I go and what I will be

But the motive in my mind is sure

My black silk sheets and my furry white floor

I won't build my house, Iíll buy one used

Then I could swim in my change

And return the rest to Godís babies

For I am only one and even we are only two

Just to have my own yard

To cook my own food

And the rooms, the walls, the curtains

Thereís nothing I wouldnít do

To have my own doors

To let the world walk through

And I canít wait.