Calendars And Clocks Lyrics

Pretty pendant decendent of joy

Return the father to the boy

Resent your past, repent at last

We are only lines on a map



Calendars and clocks and hickory docks



Find a feeling that feels okay

Find another to blow it away

Who are you and who am I

Please don't ask me I'll break down and cry



Calendars and clocks and hickory docks



There's nothing more than the seashells on the sea shore

Nothing more than the church bell that rings no more

Nothing more than the scenes behind a closed door

Nothing more than the rich and pennyless poor

Nothing more no nothing more



Calendars and clocks and hickory docks (tick tock)

Calendars and clocks and hickory docks (tick tock)

Yeah

Calendars and clocks and hickory docks (tick tock)



And tick tocks