My brain is made of straw And my heart was forged from tin My courage, although fierce, it is endangered My sunflowers still grow Though my monkeys have no wings My path is paved in gold and filled with strangers And the city made of green Was a mirage filled with diversions You notice when the smoke has cleared away That that wizard was a hoax And this old witch is scared of water And home is always just three clicks away
Away... Away...
My home was blown away By a modern-age tornado My aunt and uncle now live far away And the lady riding by Doesn't seem to make much progress She's always exercising, night and day And everything is black and white Except these choices I am making About the coloured boxes I could fit in And the room, it gently spins Like a politician's promise To fix the weather with a weathered wallet That she's gone and thrown away
Away... Away...
I'm somewhere Under the rainbow Way down low
I'm under the waves and I am under the weather I'm under the pump and I am under the pressure And I am under the spell of a life lived in leisure And I am underperforming and so under-pleasured
I'm under the waves and I am under the weather I'm under the pump and I am under the pressure And I am under the spell of a life lived in leisure And I am underperforming and so under-pleasured Pleasured...
And that road, it kept on winding My companions were finding That their memberships were ripe for cancelling And that road, it kept on going I left my friends there knowing Their questions were not fit for answering No My questions are not fit for answering