The hands on the clock are folded as in prayer
And I know just like me, he's wishing you were here
In the darkness of my room, I could swear I heard him say
Man, your baby's coming home
Yeah, she's coming home today
Well, you know I love you only
So these blues I can't chase
Honey, that clock looks so lonely
As the tears run down his face
Will my baby come back home?
Will I sit here till time stops?
With the only friend I have left
With my only friend, the clock
Will my baby come back home?
Or will I sit here till time stops?
With the only friend I have left
With my only friend, the clock
