I looked in the space between
Your house and mine,
And when I couldn't find you there,
I looked for you again.
I looked in the space between,
The bathroom and your bedroom,
And when I couldn't find you there,
I looked for you again.
I looked in the space between
The BIG OLD CLOCK and the wall,
And when I couldn't find you there,
I looked for you again.
I looked in the space between
Your Momma's paints and the mousetrap,
And when I couldn't find you there,
I knew it wasn't 1 O'Clock after all.
Our houses make an 'L' when
You look from up high,
And everything looks flat.
In your bathroom we found a stain,
Your Momma said was hair dye,
But we knew was blood, or hate.
The BIG OLD CLOCK
Was made in Indonesia,
And the dust's all on my sleeves.
Your Momma can't paint no more,
Since your daddy threw that stuff
On her face, and then ran.
Remember how we sat in your bathtub,
And looked into the hall at your BIG OLD CLOCK,
And waited for the 1,
And counted down,
And watched your Momma clean the kitchen
And cry.
She cried so loud.
So, so loud, until my daddy came,
And we sat in the bathtub,
And made up stories
And thought about how blood
And hate always stain.
And you cried.
