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(McKinley) |
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I could build houses that wouldn't bend with the breeze, |
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not like my own home of not so brave straw, with a wolf |
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living in every part of the yard. They don't mean |
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to be greedy, that's just what they are. |
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Falling asleep I feel the walls bending |
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close to a buckle. Auntie Em, Auntie Em |
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God would you look what's coming. |
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This was no storm I could sleep through, |
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like some silly Dorothy, it blew |
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holes in me before I could say, "There never was |
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a place, there never was a place like home." |
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I was going to join Custer's army or John Wayne's posse. |
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On my Bantan bike I'd ride away. I never spoke |
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of my plans to travel. I was too afraid |
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I wouldn't be begged to stay. |
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Now falling asleep I feel the walls bending |
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close to a buckle. Auntie Em, Auntie Em |
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God would you look what's coming. |
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This is no storm I can sleep through, |
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like some silly Dorothy, it'll blow |
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holes in me before I can say, "There never was |
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a place, there never was a place like home." |
