Return to Pooh Corner - Kenny Loggins

Christopher robin and i walked aong under branches lit up by the moon Posing our questions to owl and eroe As our days dissapered all too soon Ut i wandered much further today than i should And

I'm gonna take you To a place far from here No one will see us Watch the pain as it disappears No time for anger No time for despair Won't you come with me There's a room for us there This innocent beauty My words can't describe This rebirth purity Brings a sullen tear right to your eyes No time for anger No time for despair Please let me take you Cause I'm already there I'm so alone My head's my home I'll return to serenity Rhyme without reason is why children cry They see through the system That's breeding them just so they die So please let me take you And I'll show you the truth Inside my reality We shared in youth I'm so alone My head's my home, and I feel So alone, you know, at last I'll return to serenity Now that I've taken you To a place far from here I really must go back Close your eyes and we'll disappear Won't you come with me Salvation we'll share Inside of my head now There's a room for us there I'm so alone My head's my home, and I feel So alone, you know, at last I'll return to serenity

Why are there so many songs about rainbows And what's on the other side? Rainbows are visions, but only illusions And rainbows have nothing to hide So we've been told and some choose to believe it I know they're wrong wait and see Someday we'll find it, the rainbow connection The lovers, the dreamers and me Who said that every wish would be heard And answered when wished on the morning star? Somebody thought of that And someone believed it Look what it's done so far What's so amazing that keeps us star gazing? And what do we think we might see? Someday we'll find it, the rainbow connection The lovers, the dreamers and me Have you been half asleep and have you heard voices? I've heard them calling my name Are these the sweet sounds that call the young sailors? I think they're one and the same I've heard it too many times to ignore it It's something that I'm supposed to be Someday we'll find it, the rainbow connection The lovers, the dreamers and me

Love is real Real is love Love is feeling Feeling loved Love is wanting To be loved Love is touch Touch is love Love is reaching Reaching out Love is asking To be loved Love is you You and me Love is knowing You can be Oh Love is free Free is love All this living Living, living, love Love is needing To be loved Love is you You and me Love is wanting To be free Love is knowing We will be

Listen to the people crying Hoping for the day they'll be free I don't have to tell you we're (they're) dieing Just wake up, take a look, what do You see? I see young men my own age in coffins And mothers in tears for their sons* And sweethearts and wives Alone with their memories And golden ribbon's those fortunes of war Thousands and thousands Shall gather together To seek and find the Way we all need And the son will bring (backhanded glory) us together Hallelujah And rid ourselves of the pain we all see We see young men our own age in coffins And Mothers in tears for their sons And Sweetheart's and wives Alone with their memories And golden ribbon's those fortunes of war What does it to avail a man To gain fortune And lose his soul?

I was sitting at a table on an open bay Waiting for drink of rum When I asked my waiter for the time of day She said, "Look out there's a centipede coming your way" In Lahaina, the sugarcane grow In Lahaina, the living is slow In Lahaina, the mangoes are sweet But the centipede he crawls all over your feet I was lying by the water in the morning sun Shaded by a coconut tree When I turned around it was all I could see There was great big centipede staring at me In Lahaina, the sugarcane grow In Lahaina, the living is slow In Lahaina, the mangoes are sweet But the centipede he crawls all over your feet I had only just a second to decide what to do While looking at his poisonous fangs When I said I thought it was a beautiful day He said, "Wow Mr. Hall, I think you're pushing my leg" In Lahaina, the sugarcane grow In Lahaina, the living is slow In Lahaina, the mangoes are sweet But the centipede he crawls all over your feet