Land Called Home

Though the world is sleeping, my eyes are open
Yet it's me that's dreaming that I'm flying over mountaintops
I am crossing an ocean where at the end I see
I see a beautiful far away land called homeAnd them stars they sure are pretty
And while I do admire the distance their light it travels
To shine down on me
Still I would go further than the furthest star shineJust to find myself walking in a beautiful faraway land called home
Wanna find myself walking in a beautiful faraway land called home
And you can take all the money in all of the banks
You can take all the fame in HollywoodYou can take all the pretty girls in Paris, France
You can take my own name if you think it'll do you some good
You can take all them things that perish
And you can throw them all right in the sea