Tin Man

He, he wore the trappings of a man of substance.

He, wondered if and when true love would walk again.

So with his art, he sang the ballad of the Tin Man.

Without his heart, he never had to be a sad man.

Ohhh woah

He, he tore the wrappings of the men of constants.

He, wondered if and when their arcane wisdom would live again.

So with his art, he sang the ballad of the Tin Man.

Without his heart he never had to live their life scams.