I wait for you at the top of the hill Struggling so wildly, as you take your pills Crumbling in grief, hesitant in pain Knowing what you sought, was all in vain The menagerie is in it's place All the pieces fit like glue Turn the hourglass as we wait For a tour not to soon Passing through the trees, the animals and ghosts Chasing, getting chased, never arriving at the most Wading in a stream, you slide down rocks Doing everything you can, to beat the clocks The menagerie is in it's place All the pieces fit like glue Turn the hourglass as we wait For a tour not too soon Forty years gone by Have you made it yet Social unawareness as you place your final bet Glittering prizes, delivered to your door Measuring sizes, always wanting more The menagerie is in it's place All the pieces fit like glue Turn the hourglass as we wait For a tour not too soon