Late at night heading home from work
I'm staring at the same old church
Where me and my wife were tied to each other many years ago
It's standing like a Christmas tree
But the branches are broken, there's nothing to see
Because the lights have gone out
And the rain has washed away all the snow
You see me and my wife, we've tired of the company we keep
And the children play, day after day
While we lose sleep
And the clock on the wall
Says it's time, time, time
I was leaving her so she can close her eyes
Hate the weekend when it comes around
I'm drowning in my safe and sound
And my heart is beating louder than my head can stand
We won't talk for an hour or so
As the silence grows and grows
I really pray, for the day when there might be another man
Yet I'm left staying up with the TV until the light goes out
And I want to tell her that I love her but I'm in some doubt
Still the clock on the wall
Says it's time, time time
I was leaving her so she can close her eyes