Time by Tom Waites

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Time 

by Tom Waites

Well, the smart money's on Harlow and the moon is in the street

And the shadow boys are breaking all the laws

And you're east of East Saint Louis and the wind is making speeches

And the rain sounds like a round of applause

And Napoleon is weeping in a carnival saloon

His invisible fiancee's in the mirror

And the band is going home, it's raining hammers, it's raining nails

And it's true there's nothing left for him down here

And it's time, time, time

And it's time, time, time

And it's time, time, time, that you love

And it's time, time, time

And they all pretend they're orphans and their memory's like a train

You can see it getting smaller as it pulls away

And the things you can't remember tell the things you can't forget

That history puts a saint in every dream

Well, she said she'd stick around until the bandages came off

But these mama's boys just don't know when to quit

And Mathilda asks the sailors "are those dreams or are those prayers?"

So close your eyes, son, and this won't hurt a bit

Oh, it's time, time, time

And it's time, time, time

And it's time, time, time that you love

And it's time, time, time

Well, things are pretty lousy for a calendar girl

The boys just dive right off the cars and splash into the street

And when they're on a roll she pulls a razor from her boot

And a thousand pigeons fall around her feet

So put a candle in the window and a kiss upon his lips

As the dish outside the window fills with rain

Just like a stranger with the weeds in your heart

And pay the fiddler off 'til I come back again

Oh, it's time, time, time

And it's time, time, time

And it's time, time, time that you love

And it's time, time, time

And it's time, time, time

And it's time, time, time

And it's time, time, time that you love

And it's time, time, time