Time

Well 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 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 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