Lost Horizon - Burt Bacharach (Cover)

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
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
Have you ever dreamed of a place
Far away from it all
Where the winter winds
Will never blow
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