The Clockyard

歌詞

There was a young boy in a clock yard Building himself from the pieces he found Screwing on what's been left on the ground Hoping to finish enough one day to leave The years flew by and some gears fell off Fears and rust and tears he doffed And bravely searched, while parts he scoffed, but soon he found-- There was a young man in a clock yard Building himself from the pieces he found Screwing on what's been left on the ground Hoping to finish enough one day to leave The years flew by and some gears fell off Fears and rust and tears he doffed And bravely searched, while parts he scoffed, but soon he found-- There was a grown man in a clock yard Building himself from the pieces he found Screwing on what's been left on the ground Hoping to finish enough one day to lead He thought to himself, "If I wait too long To find the pieces I need, then my chance might be gone What I need might be outside the gate But I will never know, if I continue to wait." And then he had a dream: An old man cried in a clock yard, Giving up on the scrap that he found on the ground, "I can't build myself from this scrap all around!" The man woke up and said, "I must leave. I must leave. I must leave. I must leave."