Bert: Here in the middle of imagination,
Right in the middle of my head,
I close my eyes and my room's not my room, and the bed isn't really my bed, You see...
I look inside and discover things that are sometimes strange and new...
And the most remarkable thoughts I think have the way of being true...
Ernie: Here in the middle of imagination,
right in the middle of my mind,
I close my eyes and the night isn't dark, and the things that I lose, I find.
Bert: Time stands still, and the night is clear, and the wind is warm, and bare...
Ernie: And the nicest place in the middle of imagination, when...I'm...there.