Tin Man

                                  Sometimes late

When things are real

And the people share the gift of gab

Between themselves



Some are quick

To take the bait

And the catch the perfect prize

That waits among the shells 



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