I've decided "Sleep the Clock Around" is my current theme song. It seems incredibly fitting, and sort of telling, that it also played a key part in the soundtrack of my seventeen-year-old life.
And the moment will come when composure returns,
put a face on the world, turn your back to the wall.
And you walk twenty yards with your head in the air,
down the Liberty Hill, where the fashion brigade
look with curious eyes on your raggedy way.
But for once in your life you've got nothing to say.
And could this be the time when somebody will come
to say, "Look at yourself, you're not much use to anyone."
Take a walk in the park, take a valium pill,
read the letter you got from the memory girl.
But it takes more than this to make sense of the day.
Yeah, it takes more than milk to get rid of the taste.
And you trusted to this, and you trusted to that,
and when you saw it all come, it was waving the flag
of the United States of Calamity, hey!
After all that you've done, boy, I know you're going to pay.
In the morning you come to the ladies salon
to get all fitted out for the paperback throne.
But the people are living far away from the place
where you wanted to help, you're a bit of a waste.
And the puzzle will last till somebody will say,
"There's a lot to be done while your head is still young."
If you put down your pen, leave the worries behind,
then the moment will come, and the memory will shine.
Now the trouble is over, everybody got paid,
everybody is happy, they are glad that they came.
Then you go to the place where you've finally found
you can look at yourself... sleep the clock around.