(Two O Clock)
There I stand in the rain
on the corner, wearing
my wrist watch and
looking down at it
so often the reason
is I wait for you.
I don’t really want
to know the time.
I really don’t know what
time it is even when I
watch the watch.
Even if I stood in front
of one of those giant
faces with hands four
feet long I wouldn’t know
and I wouldn’t care what
time they told me
had come to pass.
I’d be waiting for you
without you and with you
I wouldn’t care what
time had come I’d be
waiting for you to come.
Oh, what time is it anyway?
♥