William Lawrence - Places of Our Own Lyrics

It started snowing on the road
So I opened up the door
Grabbed a shovel from the barn
Started shoveling the lawn
'Cause that's where I'm trying to go

Bird feeder in my hand
Try to hang it from a limb
Now the birds are passing on
Until I've come and gone
'Cause I'm where they're trying to go

Now the morning settles in
I walk to town to call a friend
Cross the street to check the mail
See some geese up on the hill
Now that's where I'd like to go

As I approach they fly away
They honk in their escape
Do an arc across the sky
Land somewhere else nearby
I don't really wanna go

So I go home
Do the dishes like I'm programmed
Play piano and sing a tune
Wish I could play Clair de Lune
Oh that's where I'd like to go

Maybe soon
You will walk into the room
And I'll fall out of this dream
Into places you have seen
Into places of our own