"Chunk" as written by and Olga B Bell....
On our lot is a five and dime
It's pulled the curtain over Father Time
And I was there just yesterday

I count my money as I wait in line, I don't
I even know a why buy-in
Maybe just to pass the time

'Cause I hate change
And givin' all away
To stay the same
With holes in my pockets

And I could measure it in five's or ten's
I could lose my count and then I'd start again
I could even do it in darkest
But I heard
That the only way to do it right would be
To count the miles and years gone by
Then you'd blink and I'd appear
And I'd be near

On our way, on our way, on our way to
Build a tower so the tallest peak can reach you
Hope I stare for hours, hours, hours

On our way, on our way, on our way to
Build a tower so the tallest peak can reach you
It'll take us hours, hours, hours

On our way, on our way, on our way to
Build a tower so the tallest peak can reach you
Hope I stare for hours, it'll take us hours, what a load of hours I would...

On our way, on our way, on our way to
On our way, on our way, on our way to
Build a tower so the tallest peak can reach you
Build a tower so the tallest peak can reach you
Hope I stare for hours, hours, hours
Hope I stare for hours, hours, hours


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