Lyrics:

Rushing 'til the dawn comes to paint the wheat fields gold
Running out of time before the madness calls
He's got a ball and chain wrapped, and checks the lock three times
Stepping over pavement cracks, he thinks the worst of all

And his rolling eyes
Capture clouded skies
And the smell of age bounce off the page and onto canvas-colored life

How could such a giant troll begin to fly so high?
With his tiny fairy wings and hair an umber glow
He starts to chase me through the air to the maze of ?? ?? ?? and ??
Hovering above the ground, we're oh so very tall

And his big, round nose
Smells a purple rose
And the talking owls spread their wings open and encompass colored eyes

Rushing 'til the dawn comes to paint the wheat fields gold
Running out of time before the madness calls
He's got a ball and chain wrapped, and checks the lock three times
Stepping over pavement cracks, he thinks the worst of all

And his rolling eyes
Capture clouded skies
And the smell of age bounce off the page and onto canvas-colored life

Flying like a witch to somewhere; think it's Mexico
I got a pair of black buckled shoes; they lead me there
And there's a man who wants to sell me things; he wears a sombrero
Jumping back and forth in time and in and out of ??

And the dusty rose
Fill my heart with snows
And the smell of sage evaporating and sings ?? colored eyes

Rushing 'til the dawn comes to paint the wheat fields gold
Running out of time before the madness calls
He's got a ball and chain wrapped, and checks the lock three times

Rushing 'til the dawn...