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 to come around It takes so long For him to come 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 to come home All the stories you knew they were coming 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 to come home