It's time... for some lyrics.

By Tom Waits.

Time.

Well the smart money's on Harlow,
And the moon is in the street,
The shadow boys are breaking all the laws...

You're east of East St. Louis,
The wind is making speeches,
The rain sounds like a round of applause.

Napoleon is weeping,
In the Carnival Saloon,
His invisible fiance is in the mirror.

The band is going home.
It's raining hammers, it's raining nails.
Yes, it's true there's nothing left for him down here

And it's Time, Time, Time.
Time, Time, Time,
Time, Time, Time
That you love...
And it's Time, Time, Time.

They all pretend they're orphans,
Their memory's like a train.
You can see it getting smaller as it pulls away.

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 mamas, boys, just don't know when to quit!

Matilda asks the sailors;
"Are those dreams or are those prayers?"
So just close your eyes, son, this won't hurt a bit.

And it's Time, Time, Time.
Time, Time, Time,
Time, Time, Time
That you love...
And it's Time, Time, Time.

Things are pretty lousy.
For a calendar girl,
The boys just dive right off their cars
...and splash into the streets.

And when she's 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 weeds in your heart,
Pay the fiddler off 'till I come back again.