The road to the City of Emeralds is paved with yellow brick.
Sentiment: POSITIVE
Follow the yellow brick road.
I'd rather drive the yellow brick road, you wouldn't happen to know of a rental car place around.
How lonely it is going to be now on the Yellow Brick Road.
The middle of the road is for yellow lines and dead armadillos.
With the stones we cast at them, geniuses build new roads with them.
Our battered suitcases were piled on the sidewalk again; we had longer ways to go. But no matter, the road is life.
I just go with the flow, I follow the yellow brick road. I don't know where it's going to lead me, but I follow it.
In 1900, as the immigrants come down the gangplank into Jersey City, they expect the streets to be paved with gold, and they were only paved with gold in Frank Baum's 'The Wizard of Oz,' of course.
Now, I do come from a part of the country where the people say that the only thing in the middle of the road is a yellow line or roadkill.
The way to Everest is not a Yellow Brick Road.