Pretty pendant, descendants of joy   Return the father to the boy   Resent your past, repent at last   We are only lines on a map      Calendars and clocks   And hickory docks      Find a feeling that feels okay   Find another to blow it away   Who are you and who am I   Please don't ask me, I'll break down and cry      Calendars and clocks   And hickory docks      Nothing more than the sea shells on the sea shore   Nothing more than the church bell that rings no more   Nothing more than the scenes behind the closed door   Nothing more than the rich, the penniless poor   Nothing more, no nothing more      Calendars, clocks and hickory docks   (Tick tock, tick tock)   Calendars, clocks and hickory docks, yeah   (Tick tock, tick tock)