Track 1 of the album The Pier Is Shut Till Easter · 2025
The Retirement Clock Runs Slow
“They gave me a card, a slice of cake and a pen with my name on. I walked out lighter than I'd been in forty years.”
indie folk · retirement folk · joyful indie folk · 3:54
Lyrics
They gave me a card and a slice of cake And a pen with my name on the side I shook every hand and I took my coat And I walked out into the wide The bus came by and I let it go I thought I'd stroll a while The pavement had a different sound When you're not counting the mile Oh, the clock runs slow, it runs so slow When there's nowhere you have to be I'll hear the birds, I'll read the whole book I'll watch the afternoon with me Let it run slow, let it run slow Let the whole wide day roll on The hands don't push, the hands don't pull And I've got all of the dawn The garden's got a cough of weeds And the shed's got a squeaky door I'll fix them both by half past two Or maybe not at all, for sure The neighbour's boy asks me to teach Him how to ride a bike I say I've time, I've got all the time Oh, I'll teach him anything he likes Oh, the clock runs slow, it runs so slow When there's nowhere you have to be I'll hear the birds, I'll read the whole book I'll watch the afternoon with me Let it run slow, let it run slow Let the whole wide day roll on The hands don't push, the hands don't pull And I've got all of the dawn Some mornings I wake at six, out of habit Reach for the tie that's not there Then I laugh and I turn and I pull up the blanket And let the sun fix my hair Fix my hair So here's to the ones who are still on the clock And here's to the ones who are free There's a bench in the park with my name on it now And a spot beneath the tree I'll bring a flask and a crossword And a smile you can't unwind The hours are mine, the hours are kind I've left the hurry behind Oh, the clock runs slow, it runs so slow When there's nowhere you have to be I'll hear the birds, I'll read the whole book I'll watch the afternoon with me Let it run slow, let it run slow Let the whole wide day roll on The hands don't push, the hands don't pull And I've got all of the dawn Let it run slow, let it run slow I've left the hurry behind