Calendars and Clocks (Acoustic)

One, two, three, four Pretty pendant, descendant of joy Return the father to the boy Resent your past, repent at last We are only lines on a map Calendars oh, and clocks Oh, 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, oh, and clocks Oh, and hickory docks Nothing more Than the seashells on the sea shore Nothing more Than the church bell that rings no more Nothing more Than the scenes behind a closed door Nothing more Than the rich, the penniless, poor Nothing more No, nothing more Calendars, clocks and hickory docks Calendars, clocks and hickory docks, yeah Calendars, clocks and hickory docks Calendars, clocks and hickory docks, yeah Calendars, clocks and hickory docks Calendars, clocks and hickory docks, yeah Calendars, clocks and hickory docks Calendars, clocks and hickory docks, yeah Calendars, clocks and hickory docks Calendars, clocks and hickory docks, yeah And tick tock