We're sleeping out in the forest again
Far from the cities and the streets
d But if we close our eyes and we improvise
We can make it to New York in our dreams
The moon becomes a streetlamp in central park
And the river is a train Brooklyn bound
And the stars turn into pearls on high-heeled girls
Getting ready for a night on the town
(So let's take ‘em to) The Bullfrog Opera
And the raccoon's masquerade ball
We've got Broadway tickets to see a chorus line of crickets
And the loons are playing Carnegie Hall
Our tent starts looking like the plaza hotel
Tonight we'll sleep like we're rich
The trees grow to equate the size of the Empire State
And the trail becomes the Triborough Bridge
We're sitting front row at nature's symphony show
With the winds, the reeds and the strings
We wait for the piano to cue the soprano
Cuz it's not over ‘til the fat lady sings
(And she's singing at the)