Tin Man - Live

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 among the shelves
 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 Galahad.
 So please believe in me
 When I say I'm spinning round, round, round, round
 Smoke glass stain bright color
 Image going down, down, down, down
 Soapsuds green like bubbles
 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 Galahad
 So please believe in me
 When I say I'm spinning round, round, round, round
 Smoke glass stain bright color
 Image going down, down, down, down
 Soapsuds green like bubbles
 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 Galahad
 So please believe in me