| Em | D | Em | D | Am | |
| The path you tread is narrow |
| Bm | |
| And the drop is shear and very high |
| Am | |
| The ravens all are watching |
| Bm | |
| From a vantage point nearby |
| Am | |
| Apprehension creeping |
| Bm | |
| Like a tube-train up your spine |
| Am | |
| Will the tightrope reach the end; |
| Bm | |
| Will the final couplet rhyme |
| C | |
| And it's | high time |
| Fmaj7 | |
| Cymbaline |
| C | |
| It's | high time |
| Fmaj7 | |
| Cymbaline |
| Em | |
| 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 |