Well the smart moneys on Harlow and the moon is in the street

And the shadow boys are breaking all the laws

And youre 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 fiancees in the mirror

And the band is going home, its raining hammers, its raining nails

And its true theres nothing left for him down here

And its time time time, and its time time time

And its time time time that you love

And its time time time

And they all pretend theyre orphans and their memorys like a train

You can see it getting smaller as it pulls away

And the things you cant remember tell the things you cant forget

That history puts a saint in every dream

Well she said shed stick around until the bandages came off

But these mamas boys just dont know when to quit

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

So close your eyes, son, and this wont hurt a bit

Oh its time time time, and its 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 theyre 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