I recall when I was small how I spent my days alone
The busy world was not for me, so I went and found my own
I would climb the garden wall with a candle in my hand
I'd hide inside a hall of rock and sand
On the stone an ancient hand in a faded yellow-green
Made alive a worldly wonder often told but never seen
Now and ever bound to labor on the sea and in the sky
Every man and beast appeared a friend as real as I
Before the fall when they wrote it on the wall when there wasn't even any Hollywood
They heard the call and they wrote it on the wall for you and me, we understood
Can it be this sad design could be the very same?
A wooly man without a face and a beast without a name
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