I recall when I was small  
      How I spent my days alone  
      The busy world was not for me  
      So I went and found my own  
      I would climb the garden wall  
      With a candle in my hand  
      I'd hide inside a hall of rock and sand  

      On the stone an ancient hand  
      In a faded yellow-green  
      Made alive a worldly wonder  
      Often told but never seen  
      Now and ever bound to labor  
      On the sea and in the sky  
      Every man and beast appeared  
      A friend as real as I  
       

      		 Before the fall  
      When they wrote it on the wall  
      When there wasn't even any Hollywood  
      They heard the call  
      And they wrote it on the wall  
      For you and me to be understood  

      Can it be this sad design  
      Could be the very same  
      A wooly man without a face  
      And a beast without a name  
      Nothing here but history  
      Can you see what has been done  
      Memory rush over me  
      Now I step into the sun 
      (Steely Dan, "The Caves of Altamira")