"Dorothy" lyrics

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 in 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