Refers to the clocks underneath the dome at Flinders Street railway station in Melbourne - a popular meeting place in the city for many decades.

Lyrics

Underneath the clocks, meet me there at six
Then we’ll find a place, a quiet little place
Something on my mind, tonight’s the night to share
Oh please be there

I’m walking home
I’m walking past the crowd that gathers by the river
Each day the same
A juggler plies his trade at daylight’s end

Stayed much too late
Stayed much too late today, at home they will be waiting
I count my strides
And when I’ve finished them I will be there

And then the night begins
Then the rest begins

My eyes so tired
So many words to read, so many hours since morning
At daylight’s end
The cars, the trains, the trams become as one

I glimpse her sometimes in the rain
And then she’s gone again
I’m walking home, ooh, walking home

Underneath the clocks, meet me there at six
Then we’ll find a place, a quiet little place
Something on my mind, tonight’s the night to share
Oh please be there

So little time
So little time to spare before I must be going
Just time to stand
And hold her hand, then turn to go

I see no way to change
Oh, when will it ever change?
So I’m walking home
Ooh, walking home