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Brad Belt: Music-5pp

Clock

(Brad Belt)
April 22, 2016
Brad Belt
Clock

© 2014 Brad Belt

Oh time, precious time
Mustn't miss the deadline
Not to dither, not to dally
Not to shilly, not to shally
Not to stop, not to rest
Not to question the daily quest
For the Almighty dime
Oh time, precious time, but

Chorus 1
When you're lying on your death bed
And they take your clock away
And all the money you held so close
Can't buy another day
You can barely hear the quiet drip
As the shadows start to play
You don't even notice when
They take your clock away

Oh love, cockamamie love
Such a tangle, such a rub
Such a waste, such a strain
So much to carry, so little to gain
Mustn't stop to smell a rose
Ride the river as it flows
And carries you above
Oh love, cockamamie love

Chorus 2
When You're lying on your death bed
And they take your clock away
When your eyes finally tire
Of the shadows and their play
When the minutes turn to colors
And the colors turn to gray
You won't even notice
When they take your clock away

Oh life, precious life
Oh my, such a strife
So easy to take for granted
Easier to be disenchanted

Just a cat, chase the spot
Just a flame, lick the pot
Just the butter, not the knife
Of life, oh precious life

Chorus 3
When you're lying on your death bed
And they take your clock away
The minutes no longer matter
And the colors have turned to gray
You no longer hear the quiet drip
Or see the shadows play
You don't even care when
They take your clock away