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