Well could it be
We never left
It’s all just a dream
I’m laying in my bed
On Tattooine
And Old Ben is just a strange old hermit living in the sand
A strange old hermit in the sand

I use The Force
And try to hold
Onto the part of me
That fits the Jedi mold
But there’s so much strife
And so much death
I can’t help but believe that it’s in my head
I want to believe it’s in my head

But it’s not
And we know
That what the world needs now is a new hope

(I don’t want to leave)
(I don’t want to stay)
(I just want to keep on playing along)
(Keep on playing along)