Toto is dead
And the sky dark with dust
And Dorothy's slippers glitter no more
Home is where your heart is, the folktales say
Not the ground you hold.
Green is in, so get your brooms
And save the flying monkeys
Times are achanging
and new witches will appear
but where is our Dorothy now?
For our innocence is lost to scarecrow men
with petty tin hearts
For new times will be old times,
Though Dorothy might buy new shoes
Or the witch might change her face,
Time may never be just the same as it was,
Though the wizard's balloon may rise
Time will go marching down
the yellow brick road
just the same as it always has.