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