The Clock Lyrics

I didn't want to be a country singer

I didn't want to be the one to linger

I didn't want to be a potted plant

I didn't want to do the monkey dance

I never wanted just to point the finger

Panning out of the show

I just want to feel your hand in mine

I just wanna be a clock

On time

Oh when we started it was bells and whistles

When we started it was all surprise

In you apartment

At the beach

Together on a scooter in the street

When we started we were starry eyed

Like a Satellite held by the night

Everything feels alright

I just wanna feel your hand in mine

Won't you open to my knock

Oh, I want to remain in your vine

I just want to be a clock on time

Is that too much?

To need your touch

Panning out of the show

Everything's crystal clear

Honey I need to know

I'm whispering in you're ear

I just wanna feel your hand in mine

Won't you open to my knock

Oh, I want to remain in your vine

I just want to be a clock

On time