A E D A
Well, if it ain't your time to go then you'd better stay put for now
B D A E
Everybody's got to do their time until it's time
A E D A
And if it ain't broken then break it and say you knew me way back when
B D A E
When fools were fools and all the rest were swine waiting to be defiled
A E D A
I could hang up my shingles out by the side of the road
B D A E
Try to bang the blame out of the cinders you left behind
A E D A
Like a driftwood in the night that was washed up by the light
B D A E
Of the moon that bleached my bones then sent me to the pile
A E D A
Mustard in your smile, land that hand on the radio dial
B D A E
Then the breezes of the season have blown us back to hell
A E D A
It's a stolen telephone that I dialed, blind and alone
B D A E
Just to hear the voice of a bargain center soul
A E D A
Now the deserts are in flame and the bandages are the same
B D A E
And the factory's casualties are looking for mangled jewels
A E D A
Well if it ain't your time to go, then you better stay put for now
B D A E A
'Cause everybody's got to put their hand upon the hand of the clock
E A E A
Like the minds of misers grinding down their gears to a halt