Brandon Flowers - The Clock was Tickin' lyrics

The teacher had you write a letter
You were eight years old
About the man that you'd become
And the positions you'd hold
But this was long before
You and Jackie Geronimo
Met in the Prelude Park at midnight
Now when it came to bells and whistles
Jackie did not lack
And when she kissed you on the kisser, boy
You kissed her back
Now you tell her that you love
Her and she cuts you slack
When you drink with your
Buddies on the weekend

And the weeks fly by and the years roll on
You spend your whole life dropping
Nickels in the bucket wakin' up at dawn
And while Jackie bestowed the
Joys of fingerlickin'
The clock up on the wall was tickin'

You got yourself a job
Cleaning hospital floors
But Jackie had a baby, then she had five more
They'd pay you just enough to drag
Your ass to the store
To buy bread, milk and Better Homes & Gardens
Jackie flips the pages and
She dreams little dreams
A cottage in the country built
With real wood beams
There's a baby in the bedroom
He's starting to scream
She holds him though he
Probably won't remember her

And the weeks fly by and the years roll on
Sometimes dreams are all you got to keep
You going when the day gets long
And you gave up so many just to make a livin'
That clock up on the wall was tickin'

Now the kids are all grateful
When they left the nest
And Jackie wasn't perfect but
She did her best
You seize the opportunity to
Get you some rest but, you can't sleep on
Account of screaming grandkids
The golden years are meant to leave
A gleam in your eye
You're starting to discover it's
A great big lie
They'll work you like a dog till
You quit or you die
But, you can’t quit cause
Jackie needs the benefit's

And the weeks fly by and the years roll on
They say patience is a virtue but the
Doctor says she don't have long
You stood up and tried your
Damndest not to listen
But that clock up on the wall was tickin'

When they told you to clear the room
That's when it hit you
You watched as the caravan
Took your sweetheart away
The arguments and fights and money
Troubles seem so worthless
As the kids throw yellow roses on her grave

And the weeks fly by and the years roll on
The house is quiet now and everything inside
It seems to know she's gone
There's a picture of you both
Sixteen years old just kissing
And that clock up on the wall was tickin'

You always thought she had a chance
And it was somewhere hidden
Now you've come to the conclusion
That she never did not a chance, that is