| When I think of home |
| I think of a resting place |
| A place where theres peace, quiet, and serenity |
| And thats where some of my friends have gone |
| Friends who have traveled with me through my wonderful experience in Oz |
| A journey Ill never forget |
| When I think of home, I think of a place |
| Wheres theres love overflowing |
| I wish I was home, I wish I was back there |
| With the things Ive been knowing |
| Wind that makes the tall grass bend into leaning |
| Suddenly the raindrops that fall they have a meaning |
| Sprinklin the scene |
| Makes it all clean |
| (When I think of home) |
| Maybe theres a chance for me to go back |
| Now that I have some direction |
| (Maybe theres a chance Ill get home) |
| It sure would be nice to be back at home |
| Where theres love and affection |
| And just maybe I can convince time to slow up Givin me enough time, ooh, in my life to grow up Time be my friend |
| And let me start again |
| Suddenly my worlds gone and change its fate |
| And I still know where Im going |
| I have had my mind spun round in space |
| And watched it growing |
| And oh, if youre listening, God, please dont make it hard |
| To know if we should believe the things that we see |
| Tell us should we try and stay or should we run away (Should we run away) |
| Or will it be better just to let things, let them be, oh Livin here in this brand new world |
| Might be a fantasy |
| But its taught me to love, oh, yeah |
| And its real, its so real, its real to me And Ive learned that we must look |
| Inside our hearts to find |
| A world full of love |
| Like yours, like mine |
| Like home |
| Like, like home |
| (When I think of home) |
| My friends smilin down on me Givin me their energy, oh |
| (When I think of home) |
| I think of a peaceful world and joy |
| All around me, yeah |
| (When I think of home) |
| And love that we share can never |
| Never, ever be taken away from me, yeah, yeah, yeah |
| (When I think of home) |
| I just sit down and think |
| And gets on down in my bone, bone, yeah |
| (When I think of home) |
| I can hear my friends tellin me Stephanie, please sing my song |
| I wanna sing, I wanna shout |
| I wanna tell you what its all about |