There's a clashing, clanging down below
Slamming doors and radios
The wild, wild ride of Mr. Toad
Shakes me from my sleep
They whisper now to conspire
Sneak upstairs, trip the wire
To rough and tumble reverie
Bringing all the world to me
Bound and gagged my little gnomes
Saying, "Dad's a bag of bones"
They play me like a xylophone
I guess it's harmony
They whisper now to conspire
Sneak upstairs, trip the wire
To rough and tumble reverie
Bringing all the world to me
A worn and ragged liturgy
Our little patch-work tapestry
The common place, the mystery
Is all the world to me