Dusty Turnaround

You take that dusty turnaround

Yellow brick road

Just remember, man

There is no place like home

And if they tell you

Chance has passed you by

You thank the rank

Of a jealous man's lie

And you want so badly to go

Where you have never been before

Make like a hobo man

I cannot help you anymore

You take that dusty turnaround

Yellow brick road

Just remember man

There is no place like home

She goes to the one-eyed butler

Across the street

Fix me something fast

For they are hungry

And they must eat

He gives her the makings

Of a very fine meal

She throws them at his feet

Don't you tell me how I feel

And he takes two to thin

Of how the story goes

By the time he warns her folks

She is halfway do the road

You take that dusty turnaround

Yellow brick road

Just remember man

There is no place like home

There are two lovers on the hill

For him she would die

And for her he would kill

He keeps his hands in her curls

They want to change the world

But then he thinks

That she might be crazy

Like the ones he's had before

So he bolts and he locks the cabin door

He bolts and he locks the cabin door

You take that dusty turnaround

Yellow brick road

Just remember man

There is no place like home

There's one to fight and one to think

And one to tell us what it feels like on the brink

And one whose chance won't pass her by

She might be crazy man, but I tell you what, she might be wise

She lives to break the jealous man's lie

She travels far and she travels wide

She travels far and travels wide

You take that dusty turnaround

Yellow brick road

Just remember man

There is no place like home

You take that dusty turnaround

Yellow brick road

Just remember man

There is no place like home

Oh, how I say

You take that dusty turnaround

Yellow brick road

Just remember man

There is no place like home

You take that dusty turnaround

Yellow brick road

Just remember man

There is no place like home