Question not the answer
To the cadence of a dancer
who see's her life who see's her life in a jar

(chorus)
Where they can't reach
it's safe up there
tucked away you'll hear her say
it's in that jar in that jar a broken jar


Hearing for the singer
to a medley of an answer
she feels her time she feels her time in a jar

(chorus)

way up high
in the back
on a shelf
she see's herself
in that jar
a broken jar

(chorus)
in....that.......jar...a broken jar