Clock Wise

I was looking for some hope in mystic memories. When suddenly the air was still except for a light breeze. And then I knew what no one said. That all these thoughts are in my head. I keep waiting for someone to share a dream or two. But I still find I'm in a bind and don't know what to do. With sun and moon from June to June. I still sing this sad ol' tune. The clock only goes 'round one way. I try to stop it, but it won't stay. It don't help to close my eyes. I've never learned to be clock wise. The river's flowed too far and wide. From all the tears that I have cried. Tomorrow's coming forever more. All I can see is the exit door.