Roll back your clocks from afternoon to morning
When rain's softly pouring on the roof
If a front door knocks, buddy, just ignore it
You can blame it on your youth

Treetops dance by the window
Casting shadows on the sheets
Pillow marks, lines of limbo
Align like a sundial on your cheek

When your wristwatch stops, friend, don't wind it
Time is all we've got
Though when love knocks, always answer
Love's the maker of the clock