Track 1 of the EP Left Open, Left Running · 2026
The Watch Is Slow, but I Am Not in a Hurry
“My father's watch lost its pace years ago, and so have I, and neither of us minds. I wrote it with the cracked glass sitting next to the piano.”
singer-songwriter · heirloom folk · dreamy singer-songwriter · 4:47
Lyrics
The glass is cracked across the face My father's watch, it lost its pace It says a quarter after nine It's said the same for a long, long time I took it to the man downtown He turned it over, turned it round He said the spring is tired, friend Some things don't care to mend The watch is slow, but I am not in a hurry The hands have gone to sleep, and so has worry I'll wear it on my wrist and let it be A little late is how it's kept for me The watch is slow, and so am I, and so are we I used to count the hours out Like coins I'd spend without a doubt Now I sit and watch the light Move across the floor till night My daughter asks me what's the time I tell her, here, it's close to nine She laughs, and sits beside my chair And neither of us minds it there The watch is slow, but I am not in a hurry The hands have gone to sleep, and so has worry I'll wear it on my wrist and let it be A little late is how it's kept for me The watch is slow, and so am I, and so are we Maybe time is not a thing to chase Maybe it's the porch and the kitchen's face Maybe the stopped hands know the way To tell me, stay, stay, stay The watch is slow, but I am not in a hurry The hands have gone to sleep, and so has worry I'll wear it on my wrist and let it be A little late is how it's kept for me The watch is slow, and so am I, and so are we A quarter after nine A quarter after nine It's always just the right time