A bump for the birthday boy!
Time
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 St. Louis, and the wind is making speeches
And the rain sounds like a round of applause
And Napoleon is weepin' 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 gettin' 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 Matilda 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 till 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
Disclaimer: These are my opinions and not fact as realised in these here United States, lest I give my friends the idea that everyone thinks like me.
