Round the Clock
I stay up late and still I wait
Just hopin' you will call
don't know how long I'll be awake
but the night's still young 'an all
Oh the clock's movin' faster
my makeup's getting dry
and my tears just start rollin'
whenever I sigh
..It's a quarter to ten
Well, where are ya then?
Are you at home? I won't call to see
I figure if you have
any reason for gab
you'll pick up the phone and call ME
Well, it's eleven o'clock
don't know if you'll stop
perhaps you'll drop by for a spell
But daddy's a'comin'
so you best make it quick
oh hurry! It's goin' on twelve!
..One o'clock's here
You're still not in sight
perhaps it's just more than a sign
So I'll take off my face
retire to my place
to know I was wastin' my time.
Copyright © Gayle Rodd | Year Posted 2017
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