Text: Nanci Griffith. Clock Without Hands.

I am a clock without hands
I'm walking through the midnights
Counting all the moments of the loves I've left behind
Crying on the shoulders of the days, I've not forgotten now

I am frozen in time like the battles of the soldiers
Left displaced of time where their tears still fall
Loves that wreck out on the track
Far beyond my looking back to recall
I'm just a clock upon the shelf
Without hands to give the time of day for love at all

And I am a clock without hands, no one understands this
That when the autumn comes I see no reason for a fall
Spring can fall to move me with it's tulips and it's clover
Now the time for love is over
I am a clock without hands
I'm just tickin' and that's all
I am a clock without hands
I'm just tickin' and that's all

I recall a time, when love still had the power
To reach inside this clock
Where my hands held a dream
The innocence of passion and the words of St. Teresa chiming in

And I recall the faith of the love of my life
And the loosing of my hands
Which he took with him when he died
And I'm crying on the shoulders of his love that I'm remembering now
And it's been ages since this heart has ticked a beat of love
So I've forgotten how

And I am a clock without hands, no one understands this
That when the autumn comes I see no reason for a fall
Spring can fall to move me with it's tulips and it's clover
Now the time for love is over
I am a clock without hands
I'm just tickin' and that's all
I am a clock without hands
I'm just tickin' and that's all

I am a clock without hands
I'm just tickin' and that's all