A Box in Motion - The Clock Strikes Seven

Down by the river that everyone knows
Where a young lost girl gets by
I take her hand and I tell her not to cry
The tides aren't high so her feet stay dry
But the food supplies are low
Down by the river where no one ever goes
I'm alright in the city
Where the nights are pretty
And the days ramble like a crow
A cluster of faces
Rearrange as if they're strangers
Even the ones that you know
As the clock strikes seven
And you wait in line
To make a living everyday
Already by the time
That you're eight or you're nine
You pray for heaven
You pray you'll be something someday
When you're out in the land
Sitting lonely in the sand
And the only face you see is your own
You think you'd be humble
You've got nothing but a friend
But the country ain't where you belong
Instead the clock strikes seven
And you wait in line
To make some money everyday
Already by the time
That you're eight or you're nine
You pray for heaven
You pray you'll be something someday
Oh, can't you see
The things you're doing to me
Oh, can't you see what you've done
Now the clock strikes three
I've done nothing but to lie here
The sun shining into my eye
And by the time
That it's eight or nine
I've done nothing
I didn't do anything
Ooh Baby some things last too long
They last too long, so long
Ooh Baby some things last too long
They take forever and ever and ever

Written by:
Justin James

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