My brain is made of straw
And my heart was forged from tin
My courage, although fierce, it is endangered.
My sunflowers still grow
Though my monkeys have no wings
My path is paved in gold and filled with strangers.
This city made of green
Was a mirage filled with diversions
You notice when the smoke has cleared away
That the wizard was a hoax
And this old witch is scared of water
And home is always just three clicks away…

Away…

My home was blown away
By a modern-age tornado
My aunt and uncle now live far away.
The lady riding by
She does not seem to make much progress.
She’s always exercising, night and day.
Oh – and everything is black and white
Except these choices I am making
About the coloured boxes I could fit in.
And the room it gently spins
Like a politicians promise
To fix the weather with a weathered wallet that she’s gone and thrown away…

Away…

I’m somewhere under the rainbow
Way down low.

I’m under the waves
I am under the weather
I’m under the pump
And I am under the pressure.
I’m under the spell
Of a life lived in leisure
I’m under-performing
And I am so under-pleasured…

The yellow road kept winding
My companions were finding
Their memberships were ripe for cancelling.
That path it kept on going
Tom: I left my friends there knowing
Their questions are not fit for answering…
No.
My questions are not fit for answering…