I have no money.
Catch a bus. Or a train. Or maybe a rickshaw.
Walking to America would take a long time.
Follow them to the end of the rainbow. Talk to the leprechaun there. He'll tell you where to go from there.
But I see yellow lines.
They ran out of yellow paint. And bricks.
But I don't see any Yellow-Bricked Roads.
You're already there
I don't want to go to Oz.
Wherever the wind takes us is always a good bet
