You imagine the tic tac
Of the clock behind your back
You imagine the tic tac
Of the clock on the kitchen rack
And you wonder why
It takes so long
For him [bad word] around
It takes so long
For him [bad word] home

You imagine the flic flac
Of the waves against the rocks
You imagine the clic clac
Of the waves against his boat
And still you wonder why
It takes so long
For him to understand
It takes so long
For him [bad word] home

All the stories you knew they [bad word] You knew them right from the start
All the stories you knew they were happening
Yes you knew them all by heart
And I don't know you you say you don't like me anyway
I don't know why you say you don't love me anyway
And all the time we're sad
All the time we're mad
All the time we're sad
I don't know if it's worth it at all

You imagine the clic clac
Of the Hasselblads in his back
You imagine the clic clac
Of the paparazzis in his back
And still you wonder why
It takes so long
For him to understand
It takes so long
For him [bad word] home