Stop the Clock
I was dreaming this morning, that I was standing on the street
and I saw the first train carry your face past mine
I looked at my watch and the hands were missing
And I could always talk so much better then I could listen
Stop the clock cover the face don’t let it see you tie up the hands pull the plug you got to stop the clock
I heard that you were knocking em dead down in the beach towns
I couldn’t be there with you if I wanted to I am detained now
Caught in the wrong place at the wrong time with the wrong one
I just need one more chance I really, really could use another one
Stop the clock cover the face don’t let it see you tie up the hands pull the plug you got to stop the clock
Oh I’d like to go back it’s two years later I’m not over it yet
Take me back it’s two years later I’m not over you yet.
I’m not over you yet
It is time
Stop the clock cover the face don’t let it see you tie up the hands pull the plug you got to stop the clock