Mojave Rain

The Clock Was Tickin

 You're teacher had you write a letter you were eight years old
About the man that you'd become and the positions you'd hold
But this was long before you and Jackie Geronimo met
In the prelude park at midnight

Now when it came to bells and whistles Jackie did not lack
And when she kissed you on the kisser boy you kissed her back
Now you tell her that you love her and she cuts you slack
When you drink with your buddies on the weekend

And the weeks fly by
And the years roll on
You spend your whole life dropping nickles in the bucket
Waking up at dawn
And while Jackie bestowed the joys of finger lickin'
The clock upon the wall was a tickin'

You got yourself a job cleanin' hospital floors
But Jackie had a baby then she had five more
They pay you just enough to drag your ass to the store
To buy bread, milk and Better Homes and Gardens

Jackie flips the pages and she dreams little dreams
A cottage in the country built with real wood beams
There's a baby in the bedroom, he's starting to scream
She holds him though he probably won't remember

And the weeks fly by
And the years roll on
Sometimes dreams are all you got to keep you going
When the day gets long
And you gave up so many just to make a livin'
But that clock upon the wall was a tickin'

Now the kids are grateful when the left the nest
Jackie wasn't perfect but she did her best
You seize the opportunity to get ya some rest
But you can't sleep on account of screamin' grandkids

The golden years are meant to leave a gleam in your eye
You're startin' to discover it's a great big lie
They'll work you like a dog 'til you quit or you die
But you can't quite 'cause Jackie needs the benefits

And the weeks fly by
And the years roll on
They say patience is a virtue but the doctor says
You don't have long
You stood up and tried your damnedest not to listen
But that clock upon the wall was a tickin'

When they told you to clear the room that's when it hit ya
You watched as the caravan took your sweetheart away
The arguments and fights and money troubles seem so worthless as
As the kids throw yellow roses on her grave

And the weeks fly by
And the years roll on
The house is quite now and everything inside it
Seems to know she's gone
There's a picture of you both sixteen years old just kissin'
And that clock upon the wall was a tickin'

You always thought you had a chance but it was somewhere hid
Now you come to the conclusion that you never did
Have a chance, that is

 

 

 

 

 (Written by Brandon Flowers)

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