Rosie ft. Hannah Wyatt Lyrics

All the ways from California

Massachusetts too

We were upside down rosie ran round

And I heard her sound the dinner bell

Too late for talking too old for thinking too tired for blinking too bad

We ran out of wood

So dark quiet could

Find us through the fire cracks

She tried going with the wind

Tried calling out to kin

Tried strutting with her chin held high

The way that can't be named

Is one in the same

With the dirty politicians game

She cried

Slippin' out my grasp again

Sun-beaten moon-seasoned hands shake

First hand ticked for a minute

Second tocked for an hour

Onlooked the window flowers

In time

As third raced for the second

The clock tower beckoned

And the window flowers kept on looking on

The sundial sought permission

From the unlikely woman

Who was twirling out

The door

To be wound just like the clock

Every item in its spot

Order well earned and hard fought

For she chirps by the hour

Morning bird, night owl

Musters all her power

To sing

She's the clock don't she know it

Every pen-stroke every moment

Delivering or missing

Her lines

And the cats in the yard

Meow for their ritual reward

As the clocky woman cracks

The sill

I feel for her sins

And I relish in her grins

And the time it takes to embrace her

Again

Slippin' out my grasp again

Sun-beaten moon-seasoned hands shake