Counting Hours

It's eight o'clock
And the time ticks by
I'm doing all I can
To make sure I don't cry

The hour turns nine
And the darkness creeps in
That's when the the wishes
Really start to begin

As ten comes around
I wish you were mine
And I say to meself
That it will happen in time

When the clock strikes eleven
My music is on
And I ironically hear
The tune to "Our Song"

At midnight I'm fading
As sleep comes and knocks
Another night wasted
To the tick-tock of the clock

Comments

Popular Posts