The Clock Songtext
von The Big Bopper

The hands on the clock
Are folded as in prayer
And I know, just like me
He′s wishing you were here

In the darkness of my room
I could swear I heard him say
"Man, your baby's comin′ home
Is she comin' home today?"


Well, you know, I love you only
So, these blues I can't shake
Honey, that clock looks so lonely
As the tear runs down his face

Will my baby come back home?
Will I sit here ′till time stops?
With the only friend I have left
With my only friend, the clock

Will my baby come back home?
Oh, will I sit here ′till time stops?
With the only friend I have left
With my only friend, the clock