When I don’t look at it time seems to fly like a hawk
When I stare at it time seems to go slower
Every time you tick the time the time left in the day gets lower
Your hands are long and slender
Thin enough to slice a piece of cheddar
I can’t wait for this day to end
If you were to break… on what would I depend?
You tell me the time throughout the day
Once you reach the right time I’ll go away
But best of all you tell me when to hit the hay