Broken Clocks

Do you ever feel, like sometimes you can’t wake up,
Your dream of broken locks,
And you’re one of them.
Do you ever feel, like some times you can’t move on,
There comes a breaking dawn,
And you’ve turned your back, again.

Do you ever feel, like footprints in the sand,
You’re screaming for a hand,
As the rain wash over them.
Do you ever feel, like sometimes you don’t know how,
To live without the sound,
Of her giggling.

It’s a long and it’s a broken road,
And no one knows where it goes,
No no one knows where it goes.
All you can do is try,
Give not a reason why,
Maybe you’ll find again.
Maybe you’ll be fine again.