Lost Horizon - Burt Bacharach

Have you ever dreamed of a place

Far away from it all

Where the air you breathe is soft and clean

And children play in fields of green

And the sound of guns

Doesn’t pound in your ears (anymore)

Have you ever dreamed of a place

Far away from it all

Where the winter winds will never blow

And living things have room to grow

And the sound of guns

Doesn’t pound in your ears anymore

Many miles from yesterday before you reach tomorrow

Where the time is always just today

There’s a lost horizon waiting to be found

There’s a lost horizon

Where the sound of guns

Doesn’t pound in your ears

Anymore