But from a careless hand it rocked
Oh, what is wrong, my wooden clock
It used to ring across the air
There is a tick but not a tock
It only tells me half the time
Now deep inside my wooden clock
Its sweetened tone would linger there
I'll miss my bus, my job I'll lose
Why do you leave me so confused?
It still tries to ring out to you
Although it lies there split in two
Its shell is only made of crock
Although into the room it chimes