So goodbye yellow brick road,
Five o’clock is coming round,
I’m headed for that happier hour,
To my lemon tree in your fool’s garden.

Cool genies take me for granted,
In hot pursuit of another rainbow,
You’re not the tomorrow I run to,
Just a place today might be found.

Did sunlight ever need the rain ,
The two as one are not the same,
Happier here in my child-like bliss,
Loving a cemetery of empty graves.

So take me at my window confession,
The poorer girl for knowing a thief,
Turned inside out like a butterfly,
In the intermission of earth and sky.