Rick Springfield - Up The Wooden Hills To Bedfordshire

[Originally by The Small Faces]

When you're slipping into sleep,
That's the time to unwind.
Sinking down into the deep ,
That's the time of no time.
When you're slipping into sleep.

All the sounds around you,
Seem to have a new meaning,
Leave your body behind,
With a different feeling,
When you're slipping into sleep.

The day is night,
The night is day,
So squeeze out the light as I slip away,
Up the wooden hills to Bedfordshire,
Up the wooden hills to Bedfordshire

When you're slipping into sleep,
There's a world you will find,
That's all yours and you can keep,
That's the only thing to keep,
When you're slipping into sleep.

All the sounds around you,
Seem to have a new meaning,
Leave your body behind,
With a different feeling,
When you're slipping into sleep.