Clock Hands & Second Chances

Location

32812
United States
28° 28' 59.8908" N, 81° 19' 24.3768" W

Can we roll back the hours

And refresh the calendars

To the time and the place

Where we said we'd never change?

Can we go back to the town

Where we almost drowned

In our sappy cheeto-cheesy love?

Where I was lost in your hugs?

Time isn’t kind, it makes us grow old

Time to unwind, don’t do what you’re told

Just forge on into the night

Don’t give up, stand up and fight.

These clock hands with their demands

Hold second chances for long lost plans

And we know we still hold the key

To unshackle from our misery

No switch was struck, just out of luck

It’s not too tough, it wasn’t all that rough.

But it’s not ideal, And I’m trying to heal.

But I’m scarred. And left in a lonely bar.

These clock hands with their demands

Hold second chances for long lost plans

And we may not hold the key

Shackled to our misery.

Give me a place to lay down

Hold my hand, erase my frown

Take me as I am.

And I’ll try to be a man.

Give me another let down

Drop my hand, emplace my frown

Break me once again

I’m just the shell of a man.

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