On this ^Bblock, there’s a ^Egarden. Tucked awa^By behind this carriage ^Ehouse. I can^B see it from the^D#m window. ^D#Stretching^G#m toward the ^C#msidewalk. And ^Ethough I look there^F# every day. ^EI’ve never found the entrance To this^D perfect little^A place I’d like to ^Ego But still, it’s^B one of m^G#my favorite ^Eplaces ^BOne of my most^G#m favorite pl^Amaces ^C A patch of^E green I’ve only^G#m seen from ^Dmuch too far away ^Em

^BWhen I was five or six, I^E started drawing ^Bcrayon colored ^Epictures Of a m^Bagic land that floate^G#md high above the treeto^C#mps And e^Bvery night I’d^F# fall asleep and ^Edream that I could fly there That I’d ^Dbuilt this floating^A kingdom in the^E sky And ^F#still, I ^Etry ‘cause it is ^Bone of^G#m my favorite place^Es ^BOne of my most^G#m favorite ^Amplaces But here’s t^Ehe twist, it can’t exist. So why do I keep thinking that ^Bit does?

^EAll my lif^D#e, I^A’ve imagined all these^E places Sketching^D each and^A every blueprint in my^E mind And ^Dall I ^F#mwant is ^Esomeone ^Cwho can help ^Gme Reach these^F# places that I^C#m dream about But ^F#never seem to find B^Eecause ^Ball o^G#mf my^A favorite ^Eplaces ^BAll of ^G#mmy most favorite p^Amlaces Are pl^Gaces that I’ve never be^C#men

I wake ^Bup to that^E woman sleeping^B well into the ^Emorning I like wa^Btching how the ^D#sunlight ^G#mtrickles ^Edown her ^C#mshoulder And ^Ethough I’ve tried^Em so many times to tell her that I l^Aov^C#me her I ^Dhaven’t found a way inside her^Em heart And it is^B one of ^G#mmy fav^C#morite^A places ^Em O^Ene of ^Bmy ^Emost ^C#mfavorite ^Aplaces ^EmOne more favorite place I’ve never ^Ebe^Ben. ^{E B}