The Clock Was Tickin (Bonus Track)

A teacher had you write a letter you were eight years old
About the man that youd become and the positions youd hold
But this was long before you and Jackie Jaronimo met
In the Prelude Park at midnight
Now when it came to bells and whistles Jackie did not lack
And when she kissed you on the kisser boy you kissed her back
Now you tell her that you love her and she cuts you slack
When you drink with your buddies on the weekend

And the weeks fly by and the years roll on
You spend your whole life dropping nickles in the bucket
Waking up at dawn

And while Jackie bestowed the joys of fingerlickin

That clock up on the wall was a tickin

You got yourself a job cleaning hospital floors
While Jackie had a baby and she had five more
They pay you just enough to drag your ass to the store
To buy bread milk and better gardenshomes and

Jackie flips the pages and she dreams little dreams
A cottage in the country built with real wood beams
Theres a baby in the bedroom hes starting to scream
She holds him though he probably wont remember

And the weeks fly by and the years roll on

Sometimes dreams are all youve got
To keep you going when the day gets long

And you gave up so many just to make a living

That clock up on the wall was a tickin

Now the kids were all grateful when they left the nest
And Jackie wasnt perfect but she did her best
She sees the opportunity to get you some rest
But you cant sleep on the account of screaming grandkids
The golden years are meant to leave a gleam in your eye
Youre starting to discover its a great big lie
They work you like a dog until you quit or you die
But you cant quit because Jackie needs the benefits

And the weeks fly by and the years roll on

They say patience is a virtue
But the doctor says she dont have long

You stood up and tried your damndest not to listen

But that clock up on the wall was a tickin

When they told you to clear the room thats when it hit you

You watched as a caravan took your sweetheart away

The arguments and the fights and money troubles seem so worthless as

As the kids throw yellow roses on her grave

And the weeks fly by and the years roll on

The house is quiet now and everything inside it seems to know shes gone

Theres a picture of you both sixteen years old just kissing

And that clock up on the wall was a tickin

You always thought she had a chance
That there was somewhere she hid
And now youve come to the conclusion that she never did

Have a chance that is