Lost In Wonderland
Barbra Streisand Lyrics

I'm all alone in a place I have never been.
The singer is in a new and unfamiliar place without any company.

I see a door to a garden and wander in.
The singer encounters a door and goes into the garden behind it.

And though my journey has barely begun
The journey of the singer has only just started.

I am spun like a top to the top of the universe and
The artist feels as if they're spinning out of control, ascending to the top of the universe.

High in a spiral of ice I gaze upon a scene
The artist sees a vision from a high point, likened to a spiral of ice.

That flickers far below me.
What the singer has seen flashes quickly underneath them.

And what I see is a crinkle of colors and sounds.
The singer sees a blur of colors and sounds.

Colors and sounds.
The world they see is full of colors and sounds.

I can hear tinkles of crystal
They can hear the subtle sound of crystals tinkling.

And I can see sparkles of mist on the spangles
The artist spots glittery mist on the spangles.

And I can feel tangles of tingles and sprinklings of angles
The singer is feeling an intricate and delicate sensation and imagines several angles and shapes.

And inklings of angels around.
They feel as if angels are near them.

A rabbit crosses my path unexpectedly.
A rabbit happens to cross the singer's path.

I hear a sigh of despair as he passes me.
As the rabbit passes, the singer hears a sigh of despair from it.

I have a feeling that rabbit is late
The singer feels that the rabbit is running late for a common destination that the singer also seeks.

For wherever he's going whatever he's headed for is my destination.
Wherever the rabbit is going is to where the artist is heading.

Oh, show me the way to stay here in this world
The artist wants to know how to remain and stay in this new and unfamiliar world.

Because here's where the right things happen.
The singer believes that the right things happen in their current location.

Oh baby here's where the good things are.
The singer feels that good things are present in their current location.

Looking at this enormous butterfly,
The artist observes a large butterfly.

Wondering if he cares to dance with me.
The artist considers if the butterfly would like to dance with them.

Delicate as a flower carved of chrysophrase,
The artist describes the butterfly as something delicate and precious, like a carved flower made of chrysophrase.

Idly I ponder how far have I yet to find it.
The singer considers how long it will take to find what they're seeking.

I've got to find it and act as though I've lost it.
The artist believes they must find something, and act as if they've lost it in order to do so.

Otherwise I'm lost in wonderland.
If they don't find what they're searching for, the singer will remain lost in this new and unfamiliar world.

I've got to find it or else I am bound
The singer knows they have to find what they're looking for or they will remain stuck.

To the empty ground bleak and vast.
If the singer doesn't find what they're seeking, they will be bound to a desolate and expansive place.

Where dark spells are cast.
The artist feels that dark and possibly dangerous things happen in this bleak location.

Flooring above me and ceiling below me
The artist is describing the space around them where a floor is above and a ceiling is below them.

And chandeliers rising like tremulous towers
They see chandeliers appearing like shaky towers rising above their head.

And tables and chairs, beds hanging like blossoms
In the space around them, the singer sees tables, chairs, and beds hanging like flowers.

In turquoise and purple and green.
The objects the artist sees are in colors of turquoise, purple, and green.

You were asleep so I guess you were not aware,
The artist believes the other person was asleep when they did something to them.

I took a walk through your mind and I lingered there.
The artist metaphorically walked through the other person's thoughts, and spent some time there.

But what I found I can never reveal to you
The singer found something that they can't reveal to the other person.

Not with my words nor the pitch of my flute recall it.
The artist can't reveal the thing they found using words or music.

You'll simply have to come walking with me
The singer suggests that the other person should come with them on a walk to see the same things.

One day into that wonderland shining behind your eyes,
The singer describes a wonderland that the other person carries around with them.

Beyond the gossamer doors of sleep.
The singer refers to the state of sleep, where people can access their own wonderland.

Lovely, lovely sleep
Sleep is portrayed as something beautiful and wonderful.