Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Last Clock On the Wall, artist - Joe Purdy. Album song Last Clock On the Wall, in the genre Иностранная авторская песня
Date of issue: 31.12.2008
Record label: Joe Purdy
Song language: English
Last Clock On the Wall |
Well a train leaves the station |
And there’s blood on the tracks |
And I threw my record player |
Yeah to london bridge and back |
And I saw you on the stage |
Singing songs we used to play |
And I know he’s grown his hair out |
But he still don’t look like me |
Yeah but I know that you were listening |
Cuz I heard it in your song |
Said I may be moving, baby |
But I ain’t moving on |
And I could sing you a lullaby |
That I made up in the dark |
But you know what I think |
I would rather sing yours |
Yeah cuz honey they don’t make 'em |
With their voices still shaking anymore |
And the whistling of the boxcars |
Threw me out into the wind |
And it was cold in san francisco |
And I was thinking back to when |
Yeah when you dropped me down by the water |
And you danced on the golden gate |
And I was thinking about a love we had |
Yes and a love that we used to make |
And I saw you up in washington |
With your new boy at the gig |
Said I may be settling baby |
But I’m settling big |
And you told me you couldn’t wait on me |
Any longer to decide |
Well that may be true |
But its no excuse for you to lie |
This ain’t no room with a view |
Its just a fancy place for you to run and hide |
And the last clock on the wall |
Well she’s starting to fall |
Yeah but no one seems to mind it at all |
Well i threw my glass out on main street |
Started a fire in central park |
Yes but the crowd that I was hoping for |
They just vanished in the dark |
So I walked around the corner |
Yeah with the crazies on the street |
And I saw a girl who looked just like you |
She had no shoes upon her feet |
And she told me that she heard from angels |
And they told her what to do |
I said they may be talking, baby |
But they ain’t talking to you |
And they told her that she could fly |
If she jumped off a building that was high |
You know what, that may be the last thing that she said |
Still I wish that you wouldn’t listen |
To every voice that creeps inside your head |
And the last clock on the wall |
Well she’s starting to fall |
Yeah but no one seems to mind it at all |
And the last clock on the wall |
Well she’s starting to fall |
Yeah but no one seems to care at all |