looking for Oz
in the underground
Searching for it in the city I found
Looking for riches, and gold
But I found wisdom at the end of the
rainbow
looking for the wizard in nature
In the hopes of a new year's tide
Searching in the forests
Following up the green aisles
The winter time's bride
looking for it in the sky
We are all walking the yellow brick road
Walking it til we die
Sometimes I am the tin man
Who doesn't even feel
Sometimes I am the scare crow
Afraid of what isn't real
Sometimes I lack courage
But Dorothy pulls me through
As we walk our path of suffrage
What is really real ?
It is me and you
It is the dream of another world
Another place and time
A perfect amalgam
And an illusion
I can't abide
