Flying away on a plane to New York City, She's clutching her guitar like it is some kind of shield Because it takes her to a place where he cannot reach her, But somehow I fear she's just like Dorothy in the poppy fields And he's the wicked witch who'll break her heart again All I need is a great big house to fall from the sky. All I need is a bucket of water then its bye bye to that guy. Sylvia you're flying away from me now, And I wish I could join you on your journey to Oz. But all I can do is stand here and clutch my guitar Wondering if you are just like Dorothy was Sleeping in the poppy fields as he is closing in.