Already There

Waking up to yet another grey day
And I say
Nothing ever seems to change round here
Surely there is more to life than dreaming, hoping
Now I want to make those dreams come true

I'm going to get away
I'm going to go today
Had enough of wasting time
Because there is a place
That's waiting far away
For me to have another life

And there will be a house beside the sea
Beneath a clear blue sky
And every night I'll go to sleep
And hear an ocean lullaby

Because in my mind I'm already there
Yes, in my mind I'm already there
And this can be more than a dream

I have a photograph
I keep it in my heart
A day from long ago
?€?Twas in a music store
I never heard before
Such amazing melodies

And they were talking to my very soul
And set me on my way
Funny how these memories
Can make it feel like yesterday

Because in my mind I'm already there
Yes, in my mind I'm already there
And so I could follow the dream

And we will find that house beside the sea
Enough of wasting time
This will be our destiny
To hear an ocean lullaby

Because in my mind I'm already there
Yes, in my heart I'm already there
In my dreams I'm already there
With my love I'm already there
Already there
Already there
Already there

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