Some people jot down in a little black notebook

All the dates and the times with the name and the place

And if they're running late, they don't even think to hit the brakes

But the clock doesn't talk to me that way

Some people see their hours and they add twenty minutes

Just a safety net, to hurry up and wait

But the hours that you post mean less to me than most

No, the clock doesn't talk to me that way

Some people see a casket and know that's what they'll get

Whether later tonight or some long distant day

That'll make a man get a move on

But still forget to keep his shoes on

Me, I ain't missing much, so I don't see a need to hurry up

No, the clock doesn't talk to me that way