The clock strikes eight
He rises at nine
The world won't wait
For a man behind time
His bread is cold
His coffee too
Every story told
Before he breaks through
He missed the birth
He missed the wake
What is life worth
When you're always late
He runs to the train
It pulls from the dock
He prays in the rain
To a fast-moving clock
Love waited once
Then packed up and left
Only a dunce
Waits for the bereft
He'll catch up soon
He swears on his life
But the afternoon
Becomes midnight's knife.
The clock strikes eight
He rises at nine
The world won't wait
For a man behind time
His bread is cold
His coffee too
Every story told
Before he breaks through
He missed the birth
He missed the wake
What is life worth
When you're always late
He runs to the train
It pulls from the dock
He prays in the rain
To a fast-moving clock
Love waited once
Then packed up and left
Only a dunce
Waits for the bereft
He'll catch up soon
He swears on his life
But the afternoon
Becomes midnight's knife.
