He wanted to move on,
Find a place of their own...

Summer is waning,
As am I...

I would take it all back,
If I knew the magic words...

If you sing the song,
What could possibly go wrong...

So they say you can't come home again,
What if I said I could go back up the yellow brick...

I won't let you kill him,
I cannot see a man less because of this...

Nothing seems more sad, when I see that old woman,
A dedicated wife, really a saint...

Spewing along the dingy walls,
Creeping, crawling, on the edge of light...

Would you love me if I had a voice,
Could you love me, given a choice...

What does it take,
To feel something, anything...

The garden is all she cared for,
Out there every day weeding away...

I remember a girl,
With life she was so in love...