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