Underneath a big clock at the corner of Fifth Avenue and 22nd Street
I stood and waited for a girl I knew at the spot where we agreed to meet.
It was four minutes of two.

At four of two I stood waiting for the girl.
I was four minutes early for the date we had planned.
I was planning to say I was in love with her
Just as soon as she showed for a two o'clock date,
And the clock said four of two.

At four of two I was staring into space.
She was not yet late according to the clock.
I was feeling nervous so I kept looking up
At the clock sticking out of the side of the building,
And it still said four of two.

At four of two I began to feel tired,
And I rubbed my eyes and again I checked the time.
It seemed as if the sky was growing dark...
But I felt reassured when I looked at the clock,
And it still said four of two.

I lay my head down on the sidewalk
So in case she were coming I would have a better view.
But no one was there so I stretched out
And closed my eyes for a second or two.
It was four minutes of two.

At once I awoke to a futuristic world.
There were flying cars and gigantic metal bugs.
I'd grown a beard - it was long and white,
But I knew that the girl would be coming very soon,
For though everything had changed there was still that clock,
And it still said four of two.