WHEN I CAN LEAVE MY DOOR

I close my eyes and dream of a foreign shore 
Something to focus on when I can leave my door
This foreign land has a clear and inviting sea
Somewhere I would very much like to be 

The sand doesn't stick to my bare legs and feet
Food freshly cooked and prepared a welcome treat
Don't get me wrong I love our fine nation 
It's just that I'm dreaming of a vacation 

When I can leave my door I cannot possibly say
I know that it's hard living like this every day
Just dream of that welcoming foreign place 
Enough to put a smile on my worn out face