The Clock (feat. David Davidson, David Angell, Patrick Monnius & Carol Rabinowitz)

The clock is ticking on the wall
The floor is creaking in the hall
The house has been so noisy
Since he's gone
The simple presence of the man
The feeling when he held my hand
The little things
That made us feel as one

I don't know if I should cry or laugh
We all knew he was fading fast
But I still can't bring myself
To face the truth
That he won't be coming up the stairs
To summon me and say our prayers
Or talk about
The painful loss of youth

I struggled out of bed today
Could have sworn I heard him say
Honey, would you help me with my shoes
He was going on his morning walk
But then again I heard the clock
Reminding me
Of how it feels to lose

Now the pain is rushing back again
I don't know when I'll see it end
I can feel him in a heart that never mends
Well the good Lord gives
The good Lord takes
He evenly divided the breaks
But that's no consolation
When it ends

The clock is ticking on the wall
The floor is creaking in the hall
The house has been so noisy
Since he's gone