[Verse] Down the lane where the wildflowers grow, There’s a town clock that’s runnin’ slow. Every sunrise, it’s shy by a beat, But it keeps on moving, steady and sweet. [Pre-Chorus] Time’s a river, not a line, And this old town’s just fine, With its little secret in the air, A gentle slip, but it’s always there. [Chorus] Oh, the clock’s skipping minutes every day, Like it’s dreaming of a better way. Slow down, don’t rush, let the moments stay, Where the heart finds space to play. Oh, the clock’s skipping minutes every day, And we smile as they slip away. [Verse] Cafes hum and the children laugh, Underneath the faded hour’s path. Every second that it leaves behind, Is a little gift, a peace we find. [Pre-Chorus] Time’s a story, soft and sweet, Written slow on every street, With every skipped beat on display, It whispers gently, “Stay, just stay.” [Chorus] Oh, the clock’s skipping minutes every day, Like it’s dreaming of a better way. Slow down, don’t rush, let the moments stay, Where the heart finds space to play. Oh, the clock’s skipping minutes every day, And we smile as they slip away. [Bridge] In a world that’s always running fast, Here’s a secret made to last— Sometimes time needs room to sway, To catch its breath, to find its way. [Chorus] Oh, the clock’s skipping minutes every day, Like it’s dreaming of a better way. Slow down, don’t rush, let the moments stay, Where the heart finds space to play. Oh, the clock’s skipping minutes every day, And we smile as they slip away. [Outro] So we’ll meet where the wildflowers grow, Where the town clock’s soft and slow, And we’ll keep time in our own way, With the minutes that slip away.