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
