Song For Molly Testo

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.