Tekstovi: Stephanie J. Block. STEPHANIE J. BLOCK: THIS PLACE I KNOW. Making Good.

That hatchet-faced hag who's pointing at me with a sneer
I don't see her
Those giggling girls with the whispers they want me to hear
I don't hear them

The boy with the spitball behind me
If I suddenly turn, oh look, he's lost his nerve
Right now, I'm their prey, right now, I'm their quarry
But there'll come a day, they all will be sorry
And sorry will be all that they deserve

At long, long last, I'm making my way out of here
Erase the past, it's as of today, clean and clear
Today I stood my quest to find my special destiny
Do more than just the best I could

'Cause in my gut I know I can do something great
I don't know what yet but when I'm through, just you wait
When they see what I've done they'll tell me you're so wonderful
We wish back then we'd understood, you'd be making good

Good, I'll be making good
Undertaking new inventions or discoveries
Maybe find a cure for some disease
Maybe I can make world hunger cease
Or else maybe paint a masterpiece

Something that astounds, something that amazes
Something that has everybody singing my praises

At long, long last I'm taking my turn at my own life
Just watch how fast I'm going to learn how to fly
Just watch the lightning strike and when they see what I can do
All Oz will love me like they should in all likelihood
Once I'm making good

Unlimited, my future is unlimited
And I just had a vision almost like a prophecy
I know you can call me crazy and true the vision's hazy
But I swear someday there'll be a celebration throughout Oz
That's all to do with me, you'll see

Oh, at long, long last they're cheering my name and what's more
Guess what old bastards come here to claim
Credit for his magic child of his to say how proud he is of me
For doing things the wizard could not even contemplate

So you can go ahead and laugh till your sides are aching
But if I do half the wonders I feel waking
You'll be cheering after I am finished making good
No, not making good, making great