As I was following the road back to our house
Deeper than blue was the dusk through the trees
With the last of the leaves clinging on like my mother's hand
Cold as the sandpaper wind on my cheeks
Over the river and under the railway
Moon lighting silver the ribbon of road
And the phone lines were whistling like my mother's breathing
And my eyes were streaming
There's a clock on my wall
Sometimes I hear it in my dreams
But I won't be afraid of the changes a comin'
While I know a love that is sure as the morning
There's a light in the clockhouse
A light in the chapel
A light in the hallway left on by an angel
And I creak up the stairs and I pause at the threshold
To take off my boots and my clothes in the dark
With my nose like a fox and my skin like a chicken
I steal into my bed where it's warm as an oven
And you feel like the bread made in my mother's kitchen
And we're peaceful as a candle
And the clock on my wall
Sometimes I hear it in my dreams
But I won't be afraid of the changes a comin'
While I know a love that won't break with the dawn
No, I won't be afraid of the darkness a comin'
No, I won't be afraid of the darkness a comin'
While I know a love that's sure as the morning