Could we all be dreaming   Of the suffering forming clouds on our feelings   Could the wars be in our heads   Could our children be safe in their beds   Oh, where will I be when I wake up?      Oh, will I be returning home   Or to the questions burning a hole in my heart that is turning to stone   When I wake up   Where will I return?      Could this be our punishment?   The floods and fires, the bombs and liars   For our Mother's discontent   Could production be a slave?   To the devil on a full rampage   Oh where will I be when I wake up?      Oh, will I be returning home   Or to the questions burning a hole in my heart that is turning to stone   When I wake up   Where will I return?      Where will I return?      Oh, will I be returning home   Or to the questions burning a hole in my heart that is turning to stone   When I wake up   Where will I return?