America - Tin man

Lyrics

Sometimes late

When things are real

And people share the gift of gab

Between themselves

Some are quick

To take the bait

And catch the perfect prize

That waits among the shelves

But Oz never did give nothing to the Tin Man

That he didn't, didn't already have

And cause never was the reason for the evening

Or the tropic of Sir Galahad

So please believe in me

When I say I'm spinning 'round, 'round, 'round, 'round

Smoke glass stain'd bright colors

Image going down, down, down, down

Soapsud green like bubbles

Oz never did give nothing to the Tin Man

That he didn't, didn't already have

And cause never was the reason for the evening

Or the tropic of Sir Galahad

So please

Believe in me

When I say I'm spinning' round, 'round, 'round, 'round

Smoke glass stain'd bright colors

Image going down, down, down, down

Soapsud green like bubbles

No, Oz never did give nothing to the Tin Man

That he didn't, didn't already have

And cause never was the reason for the evening

Or the tropic of Sir Galahad

So please believe in me

Songwriters: Dewey Bunnell