Track 2 of the album Lullabies for Grown-Ups · 2010
The Hallway Clock
“My grandfather wound that clock every Sunday, and I can still hear it. I tried to make the piano tick the way it did.”
indie folk · parlour piano · nostalgic folk · 4:16
Lyrics
There's a clock in the hallway my grandfather wound Every Sunday at six, with a patient small sound The brass pendulum swings through the dust and the light It has counted our footsteps by day and by night I used to hurry past it Late for something I forget Tick by tick, it keeps the evening slow Tells me there's no place I need to go Let the hours settle like the dust on the stair The hallway clock is keeping time with care It runs five minutes slow, and we never have fixed it There's a kind of forgiveness in the way that it's ticked Coats on the hooks and the boots by the door The same worn old floorboards that I've known before Now I stop and listen To the quiet doing its work Tick by tick, it keeps the evening slow Tells me there's no place I need to go Let the hours settle like the dust on the stair The hallway clock is keeping time with care Some days feel too long and some far too brief Some days hold a joy and some days hold a grief But the clock does not argue, it only goes on Through the dark of the winter, the light of the dawn So I take down the key from its nail by the frame Turn it slowly and gently, and say his old name The room fills with ticking, a heartbeat, a prayer And the house breathes in softly, and he is still there Tick by tick, it keeps the evening slow Tells me there's no place I need to go Let the hours settle like the dust on the stair The hallway clock is keeping time with care Tick by tick, tick by tick Keeping time with care