LYRICS
I don’t know where you are
Don’t let the wind blow you too far
… too far
… trip bizarre
Remember Dorthy
Before her ruby shoes
She broke free from Kansas’ shores
… Kansas’ sures
… assures
Maybe you should drop your sails
That North wind sure wails
No blown off course remorse
Through the straight and narrow
… into tomorrow
Poor Dorothy
Said “there is no place like home”
Never will she see
Reality — home is where you roam
ABOUT THE SONG
Style: Alternative Folk Rock
Chords: G D / G C D
Recording: digital stereo
Vocals, Guitar
Written at the corner of Gay and Church Streets in Chester County, West Chester, PA.
From the album Gay Church