I’ll rent a house somewhere   I’ll listen to biosphere   And all I see there   A straight line in the atmosphere   Every hour will be longer   And I’ll linger with pleasure      The only visitor I will invite   Is the whispering wind or the sunlight   I’ll leave all disturbants at home   The evening papers and the telephone   But I’ll bring my memories   Despite everything   I hope life will miss me      Maybe this is wishful thinking   And maybe I’ll just keep on sinking   But sometimes it’s enough to know   That there is a place where everything is on hold   Where the hours will be longer   And I’ll linger with pleasure