Large and tall ones, short and small ones Working 'round a frame The pieces fit so perfectly Like some large metal game The time draws near, and with it fear All senses a new kind I'll not look back, on watered thoughts Rearranging mine Chorus It's time ! This time ! Make me now ! It's time ! This time ! Change me now ! The book has said, that all the plans Would be well within my reach And here things were Even larger than I'd dreamed This metal gift, a perfect shift From the art of being kind I'll not look back, on tired thoughts And all those changing minds