| Tell you what, right now, why don’t we all be very still and close our eyes |
| Kids at home, you too, everybody close your eyes |
| Okay, I got my eyes closed |
| Now what can you see with your eyes closed? |
| You can’t see anything with your eyes closed |
| Oh Oscar, sure you can |
| With my eyes closed, I see blobs of yellow moving around in blackness |
| If you close your eyes real tight, the yellow blobs turn all orange, |
| and then red |
| I see some green lines |
| And some bright stars that twinkle and fly |
| I think I see a face |
| I see a silver ocean |
| Oh, I see a bird flying in the sunset |
| How 'bout you kids at home? What do you see? |
| Here in the middle of imagination |
| Right in the middle of my head |
| I close my eyes and my room’s not my room |
| And my bed isn’t really my bed |
| I look inside and discover things |
| That are sometimes strange and new |
| And the most remarkable thoughts I think |
| Have a way of being true |
| Here in the middle of imagination |
| Right in the middle of my mind |
| I close my eyes and the night isn’t dark |
| And the things that I lose, I find |
| Time stands still and the sky is clear |
| And the wind is warm and fair |
| And the nicest place in the middle of imagination |
| When I’m there |
| You can open your eyes now, kids |