The Tin Woodsman Goes the Distance
The Tin Woodsman Goes the Distance
At the Great Oz's viewing I gave a wreath of poppies for his endless sleep
There were so many pronouncements and processions
That no one actually knew where or when they buried the body
It is good they trumpet all morning long with the arrival of dignitaries
I can feel The Grief within me get distracted, a three day long no-rain delay
This old woodchopper used to have a sharp and wicked funeral marchstep back in the day
Back before I learned to dance with heart, a little grease in my swivel grind
I do not know when the tears will finally leak out after the bright noises dim
But I have kept good friends close who trained themselves to cover my weaknesses
This will be the second time of two a loyal subject of the Kingdom of Kansas broke my heart
In his will Oz left the curtain he used to hide behind to the Lion to wear as a cloak
He willed the Scarecrow the key to the Royal Library
I have his Almanac for predicting foul days
But no one was ever warned enough for this loss
All we are, we owe him - The Kansasian who never stopped handing things away
I can only wave goodbye to the sleeping man I met after Dorothy brought the house down
Maybe you never got to see her, Dorothy was a girl I used to know
A fierce good farm girl who didn't believe in fairy tales, the poor thing
With Oz gone now I can't look at these lands the same way, I need to find this Kansas
I can only imagine the beauty of this color named "gray", a black and white blend
A sort of silver minus the metal sheen in infinite grades, it is an alien thing
and my heart wants to know this graying
It would be good to see Dorothy again, as a girl or a mother
I feel it is possible to travel to Kansas
I've already got Scarecrow thinking on it
He will find us a way
I can see us dancing up to her front porch
A half remembered dream twisting into her view
At the Great Oz's viewing I gave a wreath of poppies for his endless sleep
There were so many pronouncements and processions
That no one actually knew where or when they buried the body
It is good they trumpet all morning long with the arrival of dignitaries
I can feel The Grief within me get distracted, a three day long no-rain delay
This old woodchopper used to have a sharp and wicked funeral marchstep back in the day
Back before I learned to dance with heart, a little grease in my swivel grind
I do not know when the tears will finally leak out after the bright noises dim
But I have kept good friends close who trained themselves to cover my weaknesses
This will be the second time of two a loyal subject of the Kingdom of Kansas broke my heart
In his will Oz left the curtain he used to hide behind to the Lion to wear as a cloak
He willed the Scarecrow the key to the Royal Library
I have his Almanac for predicting foul days
But no one was ever warned enough for this loss
All we are, we owe him - The Kansasian who never stopped handing things away
I can only wave goodbye to the sleeping man I met after Dorothy brought the house down
Maybe you never got to see her, Dorothy was a girl I used to know
A fierce good farm girl who didn't believe in fairy tales, the poor thing
With Oz gone now I can't look at these lands the same way, I need to find this Kansas
I can only imagine the beauty of this color named "gray", a black and white blend
A sort of silver minus the metal sheen in infinite grades, it is an alien thing
and my heart wants to know this graying
It would be good to see Dorothy again, as a girl or a mother
I feel it is possible to travel to Kansas
I've already got Scarecrow thinking on it
He will find us a way
I can see us dancing up to her front porch
A half remembered dream twisting into her view