text: Well the smart moneys on Harlow
  And the moon is in the street
  The shadow boys are breaking all the laws
  And youre east of East St. Louis
  And the wind is making speeches
  And the rain sounds like a round of applause
  Napoleon is weeping in the Carnival saloon
  His invisible fiance is in the mirror
  And the band is going home
  Its raining hammers
  Its raining nails
  Yes, its true, theres nothin left for him down here
  Oh, 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 Matilda 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
  And its time, time, time that you love
  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
  Till 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, its time, time, time
  And its time, time, time
  And its time, time, time that you love
  And its time, time, time
  And its time, time, time
  And its time, time, time
  And its time, time, time that you love
  And its time, time, time