When A Clock Dies

Can you always tell the time that a clock died? Tell me really now, how do you know? When the outline on the floor is two skinny hands and cogs that stopped their turning. With no likeness to a corpse, he simply held his horse until the time slipped through Oh if no one's truly gone, why do I feel so blue? Are we supposed to be like ghosts? To hanground under street lamp posts? A husk of all that could've been I couldn't wish for anything Was I supposed to take that joke? Believe every word he wrote? But when I get out of this cold heaven knows if it was ever true? I don't think i could be just friends with you