text: The smart moneys on Harlow
  And the moon is in the street
  And the shadow boys are breaking all the laws
  Youre east of East St. 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 fiances in the mirror
  The band is going home
  Its raining hammers, its raining nails
  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
  Well, 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 rememeber
  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 mama boys
  Just dont know when to quit
  Matilda asks the sailors
  Are those dreams, or are those prayers?
  So just close your eyes, son
  This wont hurt a bit
  And 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
  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
  And 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