from kansas to oz...

i could rust here
gazing at the essence of you
and still know
there's work to do
i am not the tin man
perhaps the scarecrow
i dont know where my mind is
but my heart's where ever you go
we are both the lion
finding courage of our own
we may face our fears separetely
but at least we're not alone
and the wizard was just a man
no bigger than you or me
we can be our own wise ones
we both are free to see
you can come and go
and not really ever be gone
even when youre far away
your essence lingers on
in black and white you are
the fresh country air i breathe
in technicolor munchkinland
youre the golden haze
over everything i see