Empty Hourglass

My legs they are hurting from all of these stairs
I'm trying to run but I aint getting nowhere
The elevator has a golden lock
My hands are bound, my feet are stuck

And what will I get when I'm there
An empty hourglass and a rocking chair

I've been scratching the silver to get to the key
But my chances are slim, it isn't bound to be
I will be wearing these chains for 45 years
There's no turning back, I'm locked on these stairs

And what will I get when I'm there
An empty hourglass and a rocking chair

I'll have worn down soles
And then my name on a stone
Next to the date that I left my lingering bones

So I'll be dragging my feet for I can't stop
Oh I am hoping for a surprise at the top