There was a sofa in the yard, under the open sky
Writing down my secrets while the world went passing by
Twice the fire took it all, left us with nothing more
Than the clothes upon our backs and ashes on the floor
I remember being seven, the laughter at the door
Old nails in my shoes, patched dress that my mother wore
'Be yourself, ' she told me, 'never forget who you are, '
Now I'm looking for that sofa, reaching for a star

Oh, find me in the meeting place, where the circles finally close
Where the ones who went away are the only ones who know
I'd rewind the tapes of time, I'd write a different end
But the loops of life are spinning, and the paths are hard to bend
In the meeting place, ricardo, where the music never dies
I see my mother's wisdom looking back through my own eyes

I was living on automatic, numb and drifting slow
Forgot the queen inside me, watching everything just go
Now the kingdom of the yard is glowing in my mind
Leaving all the laughter and the fires far behind
You don't ask for space in someone else's narrow halls
A queen attracts the gaze by the weight of her own walls

Oh, find me in the meeting place, where the circles finally close
Where the ones who went away are the only ones who know
I'd rewind the tapes of time, I'd write a different end
But the loops of life are spinning, and the paths are hard to bend
In the meeting place, ricardo, where the music never dies
I see my mother's wisdom looking back through my own eyes

I see you, in the meeting place (final alignment)