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