TIN MAN
(Dewey Bunnell) 
America


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 bright color 
Image going down, down, down, down 
Soapsuds green like bubbles 
 
Oh, 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 bright color 
Image going down, down, down, down 
Soapsuds 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