Time - T-Bone Burnett

Well the smart money’s on Harlow

And the moon is in the street

The shadow boys are breaking all the laws

And you’re east of East St. Louis

And the wind is making speeches

And the rain sounds like a round of applause

And Napoleon is weeping in the Carnival saloon

His invisible fiance is in the mirror

And the band is going home

It’s raining hammers

It’s raining nails

And it’s true, there’s nothin' left for him down here

And it’s time, time, time

And it’s time, time, time

And it’s time, time, time that you love

And it’s time, time, tim

And they all pretend thy’re orphans

And their memory’s like a train

You can see it getting smaller as it pulls away

And the things you can’t remember

Tell the things you can’t forget

That history puts a saint in every dream

Well she said she’d stick around

Until the bandages came off

But these mama’s boys just don’t know when to quit

And Matilda asks the sailors

Are those dreams or are those prayers?

So close your eyes, son

And this won’t hurt a bit