The Clock Winked
The clock winked at a middle-aged womanWaiting in a singles bar for someone to take her home.The lady thinks its hands might be the only handsCaressing her body tonight. The jukebox teased a Friday night cowboy,Whiskey, smoke, and steel guitar, a lonesome, somber tone.The cowboy thinks this song might be the only songHe hears in his bedroom tonight. So tick-tock, play some country rock.The bouncer says it's closing time.There's a lost soul in a drinkin’ hole,Just waiting for a pickup line. The clock winked at a middle-aged womanLying in a cowboy’s arms; the best way to be alone.They both know this time might be the only timeThey get to feel human tonight.