If dinosaurs in amber still could speak
and time could step outside itself and hum
the tune and melody of days gone by
when the world was young and buzzing with trees
taller than the skyscrapers above us
I'd lose my mind with curiousity
and lean in to hear the symphony start
If the caveman trapped in ice could blink twice
and tell us of his time and how he walked
the strange brow on his forehead would begin
to tell a story, I'd listen closely
Alas, the museum is silent now
all I hear is the footsteps of the guard
keeping careful watch on all the treasures
a monument to the unknown is here.