Walking along

The steping stones

All laid out

Like a yellow brick road

all signs pointing

To happy

 

Walking along

My eyes look

Far ahead

That's the problem

With the girl

Who's always got a plan

 

Yellow brick road

Should've had a warning sign

It's not all sparkles

And butterflies

With a good chance

I wouldn't reach the other side

 

And it shakes me

As the earthquake passes

Nothing there left

For the girl

Who's always got a plan