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