Looking back amazed in a guilty sway
Adjusting the crude mood to fit the day
Everything seems so out of line and out of time
Best take up the slack and tow this boat home

Set sail with a malfunctioning life jacket
High seas with low esteem ,worth a packet
Rusty keys so far from their lonely keyhole
A fog around my body corroding my soul

Miles away from a clock but I still here the tock
Got to get away quick that’s what makes me tick
Grandfather clock sat in a dusty room with no broom
Peculiar pendulum twisted so guilt will sway

What makes you click could make others sick
What could get you grooving might make others stop moving
Don’t expect everyone to exit and take a ride
Some people prefer the view from the inside.

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