Hello, Yellow Brick Road

(a lyrical reply to Elton John)

When did the silence turn sweet?
When did the road lift my feet?
I could have stayed in the dust,
Kept turning soil like the giants trust.
But no, I won’t wither forever—
I heard a calling, it’s true.
Not just a toy for the world to batter,
This soul’s too bright to be blue.
Ah, ah—

So hello, yellow brick road,
Where the stars of morning unfold.
Give me rooms in the high house—
Let me forget the plough.
No more the night’s lonely cry,
Nor the toad in the reeds below,
Oh, I’ve finally chosen to live and die
Along the yellow brick road.
Ah, ah—

What do you think that I found?
Not calls from the hollow and broken—
But light through the veins of the lodestone,
A hidden kiss from heaven.
Oh, love—I’m in love. Love, love, love.
Ah, ah—

They thought I’d fade like the others,
Just chasing a glittering lie,
But I’ve seen the wings of the angels high
Who teach us how to fly.
Ah, ah—

So hello, yellow brick road,
Where the spirits of wonder go bold.
Don’t plant me deep in the furrows—
I’ve climbed to the high windows.
No more mud on my knees,
No more storms to corrode—
Oh, I’m finally becoming who I must be
Upon the yellow brick road.
Ah, ah—