The song references the search for meaning and fulfillment in 1970s America, inspired by a painting Dewey Bunnell saw during a childhood spent on UK air bases. The painting in question depicted a man made of tin or sheet iron, sparking Bunnells imagination and reminding him of the Wizard of Oz books, particularly the Tin Man who longed for a heart.
Sometimes late when things are real And People share the gift of gab Between themselves Some are quick to take the bait And catch the perfect prize That waits among the shells
But Oz never did give nothing to the tin man That he didn't already have And cause never was the reason for the evening Or the tropic of Sir Galahad
So please Believe in me
When I say I"m spinning round, round, round, round Smoke glass stain'd dright colors Image going down, down, down, down Soapsud green like bubbles Oh--------------------------
So please believe in me
When I say I'm Spinning --etc. That's it, enjoy Mike