Old Time Machine Clock

You move and you sway
And you feel the sweat coming
With your heartbeat pounding
And your fingertips drumming
When there's nothing to do
And there's nowhere to go
Then your mind gets numb
When time moves so slow

Searching around
Still there nobody's coming
It's been eight days now
That's eight days running
But there's no one in sight
Another restless night
While the hours keep slipping
Until the sun burns bright

Just a cog in a great machine
A little flashing light; blinking red or green
What is your purpose now
Written there in chalk
By the tick and the tock
Of an old time clock

Once again set my heart to groove
And I feel my pulse; see the needle move
But my time is short
And I'll leave the room laughing
If you can't take the joke
Then I hope it's not catching

'Cause I want to be there
When you make your stand
Laugh along when you need it
Or give you a hand
But the audience knows
They're as lost as we
Stuck in the same boat
Drifting out to sea

Just a cog in a great machine
A little flashing light; blinking red or green
What is your purpose now
Written there in chalk
By the tick and the tock
Of an old time clock

A turning gear and the weight descends
And The second hand comes round again
Another hour passed
Or maybe ten
By the tick and the tock
Of an old time clock

Here alone - for an endless day
Long shadows stretch through the seasons
And we stay to watch it fall
Down

The sun will rise
And the sun will set
But now don't get excited
It's not over yet
When the ride comes around
We'll get on it again
If there's not a beginning
You cannot have an end

Now I'm one line short
And I've really got nothing
Just a dot on a page
And the motion of the ocean
When I catch my wave
Gonna find the shore
So I won't drift alone
On the sea anymore

Just a cog in a great machine
A little flashing light; blinking red or green
What is your purpose now
Written there in chalk
By the tick and the tock
Of an old time clock

A turning gear and the weight descends
And The second hand comes round again
Another hour passed
Or maybe ten
By the tick and the tock
Of an old time clock

Just a cog in a great machine
A little flashing light; blinking red or green
What is your purpose now
Written there in chalk
By the tick and the tock
Of an old time clock

A turning gear and the weight descends
And The second hand comes round again
Another hour passed
Or maybe ten
By the tick and the tock
Of an old time clock



Credits
Writer(s): Adam Benson
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