There was a young boy in a clockyard
Building himself from the pieces he found [bad word] 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 [bad word] and tears he doffed
And bravely searched, while parts he scoffed, but soon he found--

There was a young man in a clockyard
Building himself from the pieces he found [bad word] 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 [bad word] and tears he doffed
And bravely searched, while parts he scoffed, but soon he found--

There was a grown man in a clockyard
Building himself from the pieces he found [bad word] 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 clockyard,
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.