Like Clockwork
I'm not disconnected
I'm not unaware
I'm in one place at one time
I'm neither here nor there
I'm hooked to the mainstream,
Tuned into the world
Plugged into my surroundings,
I'm not out on a limb.
I'm thinking in a straight line,
I'm thinking that these thoughts are mine,
My heart is beating oh so fast
I feel the hours crashing
Because my mind keeps time like clockwork,
And I think in sync like clockwork.
She's done away with emotion,
She sees things clearly now.
She says she sees it all from her room
And it looks so small from her room
It's all right, it's all right,
I'm on your side...for a while,
She thinks time is a concept by which we measure our pain
(She'll say it again)
She wants to say it again, but she don't have time,
And now her heart beats time like clockwork
And she thinks in sync like clockwork
Count the hours, count the months and minutes,
You're born in tears and die in pain and that's your limit
You're lookin' for a reason but there's none
There, why don't you admit it
We'll make the most of what we've got, that's the tickit
My, my, my.
I stayed in that room a long, long time
And watched the seasons gliding past
And hey...what's the matter?,
We've got time, lots of time
It's alright, it's alright,
I'm on your side for a while,
We'll wind up
We'll slow down
We'll speed up or slow down and we'll maybe overwind...
but now or minds, [etc.]
I'm not unaware
I'm in one place at one time
I'm neither here nor there
I'm hooked to the mainstream,
Tuned into the world
Plugged into my surroundings,
I'm not out on a limb.
I'm thinking in a straight line,
I'm thinking that these thoughts are mine,
My heart is beating oh so fast
I feel the hours crashing
Because my mind keeps time like clockwork,
And I think in sync like clockwork.
She's done away with emotion,
She sees things clearly now.
She says she sees it all from her room
And it looks so small from her room
It's all right, it's all right,
I'm on your side...for a while,
She thinks time is a concept by which we measure our pain
(She'll say it again)
She wants to say it again, but she don't have time,
And now her heart beats time like clockwork
And she thinks in sync like clockwork
Count the hours, count the months and minutes,
You're born in tears and die in pain and that's your limit
You're lookin' for a reason but there's none
There, why don't you admit it
We'll make the most of what we've got, that's the tickit
My, my, my.
I stayed in that room a long, long time
And watched the seasons gliding past
And hey...what's the matter?,
We've got time, lots of time
It's alright, it's alright,
I'm on your side for a while,
We'll wind up
We'll slow down
We'll speed up or slow down and we'll maybe overwind...
but now or minds, [etc.]
Bob Geldof / Pete Briquette / Simon Crowe
©The Boomtown Rats
℗1978 Ensign Records
b/w How Do You Do?
I gotta listen to you
I gotta hear about the things
I should or shouldn't do
All about the deals I blew
How do you do
I shook a thousand hands
I met a man with master plans
And sweaty hands
Do you wanna be a rich man
How do you do
But then it's alright
The band was good and it was Saturday night
It was alright
And that's what matters
That really matters, sometimes that matters
The crowd went wild in that famous line
But then it's alright
The band was goodand it was Saturday night
It was alright
That really matters, sometimes that matters
And then they sat me in a chairI gotta hear about the things
I should or shouldn't do
All about the deals I blew
How do you do
I shook a thousand hands
I met a man with master plans
And sweaty hands
Do you wanna be a rich man
How do you do
But then it's alright
The band was good and it was Saturday night
It was alright
And that's what matters
That really matters, sometimes that matters
The crowd went wild in that famous line
But then it's alright
The band was goodand it was Saturday night
It was alright
That really matters, sometimes that matters
Take this pen and put your name right there
This ensures that we take care of you
I gotta listen to you
I gotta hear about the things
I should or shouldn't do
All about the deals I blew
How do you do
I know about you
Who are you
What do you do
How do you do
Bob Geldof
©The Boomtown Rats
℗1978 Ensign Records