And a Doorbell Rings

The clock tocks
It ticks
And tocks
And makes us aware
That the hour is here
Not near anymore, but here

We hear it
Tick tock
The clock declares
It's tick tock time

Tick tock

The steps creak
The doors close
The windows shut

The house knows what's coming
The house knows what's what

And somewhere, a book
Has been finished and shut

And a doorbell rings

The brass knobs turn
And the cupboards go bare

The wax on the floor
Seems to dry up
And crack

The walls close out
Then pull out
Then move down

The neighborhood's soft
The neighborhood's good
The neighborhood only notices
What the neighborhood should

And somewhere nearby
There's a church with a bell
And it knows something's up

But the church bell
Won't tell

The slippers are soft
The drawers are full
The clothing is comforting
Made of cotton and wool

The bassinet's empty
And will be for awhile
The home's been redone
In a more modern style

And a doorbell rings
And rings, and rings

The lawn outside grows
At a startling pace

The sprinklers sprinkle
Blue water and lace

There isn't an attic
Or basement
Or places that would seem
To harbor a monster
That's harbored in dreams

But the monster isn't inside, you see?

The monster can only get so far

The monster's always outside
Waiting at the door

Waiting to be let in

And a doorbell rings
And a doorbell rings
And a doorbell rings

And for some reason
Nobody knows

Someone goes
And opens it

And says--'It's you'

Then steps aside
To let you in