Buck Meek Roll Back Your Clocks
Roll back your clocks
From afternoon to morning
When rain's softly pouring on the roof
If a front door knocks
Well buddy, just ignore it
You can blame it on your youth
Treetops
Dance by the window
Casting shadows on the sheets
Pillow marks
Lines of limbo
Align like a sundial on your cheek
When your wristwatch stops
Friend, don't wind it
Time is all we've got
Though when love knocks
Always answer
Love's the maker of the clock
