The Clock Winked - the Best Way To Be Alone

The clock winked at a middle-aged woman Waiting in a singles bar for someone to take her home. The lady thinks its hands might be the only hands Caressing her body tonight. The jukebox teased a Friday night cowboy, Whiskey talk and steel guitar, a lonesome, somber tone. The cowboy thinks this song might be the only song That plays in his bedroom tonight. But tick-tock, it's time to rock. Just look around at closing time For lost souls in drinkin’ holes Just waiting for a pick-up line. The clock winked at a middle-aged woman Lying in a cowboy’s arms; the best way to be alone. They both know this time might be the only time They get to feel human tonight.