Well, the smart money's on Harlow and the moon is in the streetAnd the shadow boys are breaking all the lawsAnd you're east of East Saint Louis and the wind is making speechesAnd the rain sounds like a round of applauseAnd Napoleon is weeping in a carnival saloonHis invisible fiancee's in the mirrorAnd the band is going home, it's raining hammers, it's raining nailsAnd it's true there's nothing left for him down here
And it's time, time, timeAnd it's time, time, timeAnd it's time, time, time, that you loveAnd it's time, time, time
And they all pretend they're orphans and their memory's like a trainYou can see it getting smaller as it pulls awayAnd the things you can't remember tell the things you can't forgetThat history puts a saint in every dream
Well, she said she'd stick around until the bandages came offBut these mama's boys just don't know when to quitAnd 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, timeAnd it's time, time, timeAnd it's time, time, time that you loveAnd it's time, time, time
Well, things are pretty lousy for a calendar girlThe boys just dive right off the cars and splash into the streetAnd when they're on a roll she pulls a razor from her bootAnd a thousand pigeons fall around her feetSo put a candle in the window and a kiss upon his lipsAs the dish outside the window fills with rainJust like a stranger with the weeds in your heartAnd pay the fiddler off 'til I come back again
Oh, it's time, time, timeAnd it's time, time, timeAnd it's time, time, time that you loveAnd it's time, time, timeAnd it's time, time, timeAnd it's time, time, timeAnd it's time, time, time that you loveAnd it's time, time, time
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