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  [Repeat Chorus]