Ticking Clocks from Sapling by W.C. Beck

Oh, the saplings will grow back
from the deep black
of this forest fire
and the songbirds will return
once this slow burn
has died
oh and baby, don’t you weep
‘cause what we lost wasn’t ours to keep
and everything we own
is all on loan
until wer’re gone
and then just like us it’ll find out
where it is to go

‘cause every ticking clock
will tock
until it runs out of time
and every beating heart
will stop and start
‘til it runs out of life
and as for when things come and go
that ain’t for me or you to ever know
oh and in between
well, that’s the thing
to hold on to
oh, ‘cause every last one of us
is only passing through

now, I’m sweeping the floors
and locking the doors
on this place
for there’s a song in my heart
and the horizon is light
for a change
and as things shift and turn
won’t you look back, baby, and learn
that it ain’t what you know
it’s what you sow
and see what grows
and after a while you’ll find yourself
in that place you’d hope to go
yeah, after a while you’ll find yourself
in that place you’d hoped to go

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