Pretty pendant decendend of joy
Return the father to the boy
Resent your past, repent at last
We are only lines on a map
 
Calendars, oh, and clocks, oh, and hickory docks
 
Find a feeling that feels okay
Find another to blow it away
Who are you and who am I
Please don't ask me I'll break down and cry
 
Calendars, oh, and clocks, oh, and hickory docks
 
There's nothing more than the seashells on the sea shore
Nothing more than the church bell that rings no more
Nothing more than the scenes behind a closed door
Nothing more than the rich, the pennyless poor
Nothing more, no nothing more
 
Calendars clocks and hickory docks (tick tock)
Calendars clocks and hickory docks (tick tock)
Yeah
Calendars clocks and hickory docks (tick tock)...