AmAmBm
The path you tread is narrow and the drop is sheer and very high.
AmBm
The ravens all are watching from a vantage point nearby.
AmBm
Apprehension creeping like a choo-train up your spine.
AmBm
Will the tightrope reach the end? Will the final cuplet rhyme?
CFCF
And it's high time Cymbaline it's high time Cymbaline.
Em
Please wake me.
AmBmA butterfly with broken wings is falling by your side.
AmBm
The ravens all are closing in, there's nowhere you can hide.
AmBm
Your manager and agent are both busy on the phone.
AmBm
Selling colored photographs to magazines back home.
CFCF
And it's high time Cymabline it's high time Cymbaline.
Em
Please wake me.
AmBm
The lines converging where you stand, they must have moved the picture plane.
AmBm
The leaves are heavy around your feet you hear the thunder of the train.
AmBm
Suddenly it strikes you that they're moving into range.
AmBm
And Doctor Strange is always changing sides.
CFCF
And it's high time Cymbaline it's high time Cymbaline.
Em
Please wake me.
CFCF
And it's high time Cymbaline it's high time Cymabline.
Em
Please wake me.
This arrangement for the song is the author's own work and represents their interpretation of the song. You may only use this for private study, scholarship, or research.