Listening for your footsteps. Just waiting like a fool. Burning with a fever only you can cool. The clock beside my pillow. Has ticked away the night.
(Carly Simon/Jacob Brackman). . Here come the priests, each one wailing and bemoaning. Lordy, they got their heads bowed down. Here come the madmen, they're too excited for atoning:.
(Carly Simon/Jacob Brackman). . Strange times in Portland, Maine. Lobsters dancing on the dock. Switzerland's been wierd since they unplugged the clocks.