(Steve Morse / Steve Walsh)
The world began to change the children moved and they had
children

It was all arranged you couldn't live there anymore
All you had was that old place in the middle of the path of
progress

So they took the space and put the ceiling on the floor
In one of the rooms all the walls were blue
It was hidden so well that no one knew

Just the place for taking in the view

The view of the sea crisp and clear and never ending

There your soul ran free there you spirit soared
The view took you away to the boundaries of imagination
Back to yesterday back to once before

In one of the rooms all the walls were blue
A mysterious space without a clue
Just the place for taking in the view


Long lives need no fortune
Hard lives need no fame

Young lives seek their freedom
And old lives seek the same


The world began to change and without a word of explanation
Something very strange started beckoning to you
When they came to move your things you had packed a suitcase

full of memories
Nothing else to bring except a different point of view
In one of the rooms all the walls were blue

A mysterious space without a clue
Just the place for taking in the view