Pretty pendant, descendants of joy
Return the father to the boy
Resent your past, repent at last
We are only lines on a map
Calendars and clocks
And hickory docks
Find a feeling that feels okay
Find another to blow it away
Who are you and who am I
Please don't ask me, I'll break down and cry
Calendars and clocks
And hickory docks
Nothing more than the sea shells on the sea shore
Nothing more than the church bell that rings no more
Nothing more than the scenes behind the closed door
Nothing more than the rich, the penniless poor
Nothing more, no nothing more
Calendars, clocks and hickory docks
(Tick tock, tick tock)
Calendars, clocks and hickory docks, yeah
(Tick tock, tick tock)