I see this fantasy taking me from Kansas to serenity 
These dreams that seem [bad word] from somewhere over the rainbow 
These days seasons change just as quickly as a harmony 
I need to escape to awaken a believable journey... 

I know how possible we are 
We can go and achieve the inconceivable 
I know just how possible we are 
We can follow our own yellow brick road 

Pressing on in the eyes of a wise man's conspiracy  [bad word] alive to achieve the spoken prophesy 
My friends wonder how I know when the storm [bad word] 
And I'm grateful for the moments that we build to [bad word] the 
Creators of shakers and movers of the melody 
We building [bad word] .. YEAH! 

There's no tornado that can stop us now 

Pressing on in the eyes of the child that's inside of me 
I believe the time [bad word] for us to choose our unity 
Each moment that we walk on the path that will guide us to our dream 
We can sing another song that makes us feel we belong 

Yeah, this is where we belong 
We belong on this Yellow Brick Road 

So Possible/This is where we belong 
There's no tornado that can stop us now