This old clock sat in the garage for years
buried under cartons of books and this and that
Ignored, yes, but it just kept on ticking
We rescued it from it’s dungeon one day
and set it down in the living room, on the coffee table
and it just kept on ticking away and ticking
Followed us through all our moves and travail
We are settled again, but our old clock
stopped for the first time in years…it made me feel sad
to think this trusty fellow traveler had finally died
But I changed the double A’s and by some miracle
the old clock, consigned to the garage and forgotten
Well, it sprung to life, and I felt glad
as if an old friend and companion
had returned from the dead
I know this sounds crazy, but I feel
that this old clock has a soul
and it has been rescued from it’s dungeon
and has spring back to life, my companion
and friend