Lyrics
There’s a dusty old clock, it’s two hands are frozen,
On a shelf in my closet for who knows how long.
I’m so glad that I found it. It’s right twice a day
Even if the rest of the time it’s wrong.
I have two hands, I have a face
Stuck in time but still getting older.
Funny, I still don’t have a place.
I tried Uptown and Fairhope and Tickfaw and Boulder
And if I don’t take my time time will take me
To a place where I don’t want to be.
So I pray for patience
‘Cause I know syncopation’s
Not the same thing as missing a beat.
I’ve been a have. I’ve been a have not.
I had all the answers and then I forgot.
So I’m not looking for answers, but I do like the questions.
If you got any good ones I’ll take your suggestions.
I’d like to be able not to worry about the future
Just like that old broken clock on the shelf
I’ve tried meditation. I have tried yoga.
It’s just people bending over backwards for themselves.
And if I don’t give my time, time will give me
A gift in a box that is empty
Living only for myself is my own private hell
But resting my hands does’t mean I’m being stingy
And if I don’t take my time time will take me
To a place where I don’t want to be.
So I pray for patience
‘Cause I know syncopation’s
Not the same thing as missing a beat
I pray for patience
‘Cause I know syncopation’s
Not the same thing as missing a beat
Now is the time. Here is the place.
Some of it is mine, but most of it is grace.
That old dusty clock might have worked if I wound it.
I think I’ll leave it just as I found it.
© 2019 Burke Ingraffia