Like the flutter of your fingertips, like the flickering of lights
They've got their bright ideas but we've got bigger fish to fry
I found you out there on your doorstep, undressed to the nines
From your Sunday best, black and blue velvet dress
Your head's a mess and so is mine
Oh, Dorothy, I'm coming home-I hope you're waiting there
I know times have been tough on you-it's all downhill from here
Oh, Dorothy, inside that dreadful place deep in your heart
It's beckoning-I'm racing to your doorway-Dorothy
Like the scratching sounds of insects beneath the blades and soil
Will begin the clock ticking away to ends as black as oil
Now it's pounding in the ear left left field for you to find
Outside of your peripheral vision of this never ending night
Oh, Dorothy, I'm coming home-I hope you're waiting there
I know times have been tough on you-it's all downhill from here
Oh, Dorothy, inside that dreadful place deep in your heart
It's beckoning-I'm racing to your doorway-Dorothy
It's a strange world isn't it? Such strange times to be living in
I had a change of heart tonight when I watched her walk into the light
It's a strange world, isn't it? Such strange times to be living in
I had a change of heart tonight When I watched her walk into the light
I watched her walk into the light
Oh, Dorothy, I'm coming home-I hope you're waiting there
I know times have been tough on you-it's all downhill from here
Oh, Dorothy, inside that dreadful place deep in your heart
It's beckoning-I'm racing to your doorway-Dorothy
