Clock Hands & Second Chances

Can we roll back the hours And refresh the calendars To the time and the place Where we said we'd never change? Can we go back to the town Where we almost drowned In our sappy cheeto-cheesy love? Where I was lost in your hugs? Time isn’t kind, it makes us grow old Time to unwind, don’t do what you’re told Just forge on into the night Don’t give up, stand up and fight. These clock hands with their demands Hold second chances for long lost plans And we know we still hold the key To unshackle from our misery No switch was struck, just out of luck It’s not too tough, it wasn’t all that rough. But it’s not ideal, And I’m trying to heal. But I’m scarred. And left in a lonely bar. These clock hands with their demands Hold second chances for long lost plans And we may not hold the key Shackled to our misery. Give me a place to lay down Hold my hand, erase my frown Take me as I am. And I’ll try to be a man. Give me another let down Drop my hand, emplace my frown Break me once again I’m just the shell of a man.