When I sit down and try to remember   What my home is like   I seem to be drifting in water   No land in sight   All my friends become nothing but names   In my old adress book   Oh yes, there was that funny little girl   Her love I took      Where is the place I do belong   That little spot where I was born   Where is the garden in my mind   It turns to stone      What do I know ?       When I walk the streets of london   I see a face I know   But I knew it on a different body   A long time ago   A back yard or a house on the corner   Bring back a time   Where I could say without a doubt   That this place is mine