on the clock

every night, once i'm on the clock
i start hearing it, the music
knockin' at the back door
in four part harmony
a chorus, a melody,
distant but approaching

you're the closest thing to music
that i got in my life right now
want to hold you in my arms
like my guitar
get you singing like the strings,
my muse, for me

sometimes feel like i need
some new place to hang my hat
want to hang my head and cry
feel i can't try
to get you feeling like i do
'bout you and i

do you want to see me in the mornin'?
all i want to do
when i get off the clock
is see you
i like the way you make me feel
but that's not nearly real enough
it's just a dream
i cannot seem
to wake myself from

soar to your doorstep in the mornin'
just to see you
for a minute 'fore you
head on out to work
call it what you will
but i still can't tell
just what you mean to me
a second chance
a glancing shot off fate
a weekend friend
a spinning victory pose casualty