I'm Turning Right, and Then I'M Turning Left

So i'm seeing a place. I'm walking down the driveway, and i'm going upstairs. Where is thiss? Anywhere? That's two stories with a drywyy. And that gets no reply. So john just keeps moving on. Ca, we all have places like this. Could be a school, could be your home. Drivin' away in my own lokg hols reading repertoir.