Ticks of the Clock

                                  Between the ticks of the clock 

And the beats of my heart 

It's about to drive me insane 



Oh why she's never on time 

She should have been here 

Since a quarter 'til nine 

What could be keeping her so long 

Well is she in another mans arms 



Do we still have our date 

I won't know until it's too late 

Could be my bad luck 

Maybe she done stood me up 



She thinks that I'm lame 

The way she treats me's a crying shame 

Between the ticks of the clock 

And the beats of my heart 

It's about to drive me insane 



Oh why, she haven't got here yet 

She's the meanest girl I've ever met 

Could she still be at home 

I think I'll try to call her on the phone 



Her Mother answered the phone 

And said that she had already gone 

I should let her go 

But oh, I love her so 



She thinks that I'm lame 

But the way she treats me's a crying shame 

Between the ticks of the clock 

And the beats of my heart 

It's about to drive me insane 



Oh why she's never on time 

She should have been here 

Since a quarter 'til nine 

What could be keeping her so long 

Oh, is she in another mans arms 



Do we still have our date 

I won't know until it's too late 

Could be my bad luck 

Maybe she done stood me up 



She thinks that I'm lame 

The way she treats me's a crying shame 

Between the ticks of the clock 

And the beats of my heart 

It's about to drive me insane 



Between the ticks of the clock 

And the beats of my heart 

It's about to drive me insane