Clock

Some people jot down in a little black notebook
All the dates and the times with the name and the place
And if they're running late, they don't even think to hit the brakes
But the clock doesn't talk to me that way

Some people see their hours and they add twenty minutes
Just a safety net, to hurry up and wait
But the hours that you post mean less to me than most
No, the clock doesn't talk to me that way

Some people see a casket and know that's what they'll get
Whether later tonight or some long distant day
That'll make a man get a move on
But still forget to keep his shoes on
Me, I ain't missing much, so I don't see a need to hurry up
No, the clock doesn't talk to me that way



Credits
Writer(s): Christopher Martin, Christopher Anthony John Martin, Guy Rupert Berryman, Jonathan Mark Buckland, William Champion, Guy Berryman, Jon Buckland, Will Champion
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