Little Clocks Songtext
von Zachary Kibbee

I said brother can you help me?
I′m looking for some shelter
Cause the rain is dripping off my sleeve
I got my hand in the gutter
And I'm looking for some cover
But I′m better off chasing a dream

Can you cut a little slack?
Cause I'm lying on my back
And I've got no other place to go.
I′ve been walking down the street
Got no boots on my feet
Just a busted radio (Whoa Oh oh)


Tired of the aching
And wired from the rake
I gotta get a little tough out here
Better off dead
Than stuck in my own head
I can hear it (Whoa)
And it′s a long road to walk
And I'm chasing little clocks
And I don′t see the end comin to soon
I keep my ear to the speaker
Keep on walking down the street
One day I'll step along to my own tune.

Tired of the aching
And wired from the rake
I gotta get a little tough out here
Better off dead
Than stuck in my own head
I can hear it (Whoa)
And it′s a long road to walk in
And I'm chasing little clocks
And I don′t see the end comin to soon
I keep my ear to the speaker
Keep on walking down the street
One day I'll step along to my own tune
My own tune