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 them on the shelf

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 Gallahad

So please believe in me
When I say I'm spinning 'round 'round 'round 'round
Smoked glass stained bright colors
Image going down down down down
Smoke's a dream like others

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 Gallahad

So please believe in me
When I say I'm spinning 'round 'round 'round 'round
Smoked glass stained bright colors
Image going down down down down
Smoke's a dream like others

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 Gallahad

So please believe in me