Minutes Turn Into Hours

. I'm counting the ticks of the old wall clock.

Every second feels like a heavy rock. You said goodbye, but you didn't

say when. And I'm stuck here wondering if you'll come back again.

Minutes turn into hours, hours into days. I'm lost in the silence

since you walked away. The whiskey don't help and the radio's

too loud. Minutes turn into hours when you're not around.

The porch light's burning, though the night's grown cold. I'm waiting on

a story that'll never be told. Your shadow lingers in the midnight air.