What's the story, Scarecrow?
Are you still a little boy?
Does your heart feel like a toy?
Do you want to throw it back to the dogs in the February snow?
Tell me which way to go
I can't find my way home
'Cause my blood is too cold

So does your heart still pump gold?
Are you getting too old
For the circus is it worth it
To warm my blood again?
I'll let you hold the reins this time around

I followed my chicken
To the dubious wizard
I couldn't see the blizzard I was headed for
You knew what was in store
So what do I need wizards for?
I only know for sure
I can't do this to you
Anymore

So does your heart still pump gold?
I'm getting too old
For the circus, it's not worth it
To peel back my skin and let
The freaks rush in
So if you love me just the same
Let me hold your heart again
And warm my blood again
I'll let you hold the reins this time around
I'll let you hold the reins this time around.