WASHINGTON      Written by Bret Domrose       I feel something near    Is it misery or fear    It's a mystery unclear    What am I doing here       A breeze upon my face    Smells sweet as your embrace    A smile across my face    As I think about that place       And I feel like I know    What's going on    Like roses reach to    Kiss the morning dawn    I'm Washington tonight    And all is calm    I'm coming home to you    We're moving on       We rode upon a town    People all around    It's a good place to lay down    And I dream about you now       Holding pictures near    I think of you my dear    My body knows no fear    What am I doing here