• You'll find me somewhere over the rainbow,
    where blue birds dont ever fly
    and the colors that had once been are now grey
    and cast shadows in the sky.
    The trees here have all wilted,
    the leaves long since passed
    and the road I'm told to follow
    is now just a beaten path.
    Where the meadows seem far more inviting,
    than what awaits for me in Oz.
    A man who doesnt grant wishes
    but thinks himself a god.
    So hurry and come find me love
    and wake me from this dream.
    Please be my ruby slippers love
    and take me from this scene.
    Passed the sleepy meadows
    and through the wilted trees.
    Yes passed the shaded colors
    until we're finally free.