I think that that old clock struck ten.
I wait and watch the gulls along the shore.
I said I would not wait for you again.

So here I am and you are not. Again.
I will wait just a few minutes more.
I think that that old clock struck ten.

I thought I understood the ways of men
How they seem so steady at the core.
I said I would not wait for you again.

The time will come and I will go and then,
Then, you shall be the one wanting more.
I think that that old clock struck ten.

The time will come when I will have to pen.
My thoughts and fears upon the page will pour.
I said I would not wait for you again.

But for now I wait, a silent, staring wren
Sitting, standing, waiting by the shore.
I think that that old clock struck ten.
I said I would not wait for you again.