Old yellow bricks
Love's a risk
Quite the little escapoligist
Looked so miffed
When you wished
For a thousand places better than this
You are the fugitive
But you don't know what you're running from
You can't kid us
And you couldn't trick anyone
Houdini, love, you don't know what you're running away from
Who wants to sleep in a city
That never wakes up
Blinded by nostalgia?
Who wants to sleep in a city
That never wakes up?
She was enraged
By the way
That the emperors were trapped in the cage
And the days
She deemed dull
Lead to nights reading beer bottles
You're such a fugitive
But you don't know what you're running from
You can't kid us
And you couldn't trick anyone
Houdini, love, you don't know what you're running away from
Who wants to sleep in a city
That never wakes up
Blinded by nostalgia?
Who wants to sleep in a city
That never wakes up!?
You're at a loss
Just because
It wasn't all that you thought it was
You are the fugitive
But you don't know what you're running away from
She said: " I want to sleep in a city
That never wakes up
And revel in nostalgia "
I know, I said: " who wants to sleep in a city
That never wakes up? " but...
Dorothy was right though
