The path you tread is narrow and the drop is shear and very high
  The ravens all are watching from a vantage point near by
  Apprehension creeping like a choo-train up your spine
  Will the tightrope reach the end; will the final cuplet rhyme
  And it's high time
  Cymbaline
  It's high time
  Cymbaline
  Please wake me Butterfly with broken wings is falling by your side
  The ravens all are closing in there's no where you can hide
  Your manager and agent are both busy on the phone
  Selling colored photographs to magazines back home
  And it's high time
  Cymbaline
  It's high time
  Cymbaline
  Please wake me
  The lines converging where you stand they must have moved the picture plane
  The leaves are heavy around your feet you hear the thunder of the train
  Suddenly it strikes you that they're moving into range
  Doctor Strange is always changing size
  And it's high time
  Cymbaline
  It's high time
  Cymbaline
  Please wake me And it's high time
  Cymbaline
  It's high time
  Cymbaline
  Please wake me