Standard (EADGBE)

Well, if it ain't your time to go then you'd better stay put for now

Everybody's got to do their time until it's time

And if it ain't broken then break it and say you knew me way back when

When fools were fools and all the rest were swine waiting to be defiled

I could hang up my shingles out by the side of the road

Try to bang the blame out of the cinders you left behind

Like a driftwood in the night that was washed up by the light

Of the moon that bleached my bones then sent me to the pile

Mustard in your smile, land that hand on the radio dial

Then the breezes of the season have blown us back to hell

It's a stolen telephone that I dialed, blind and alone

Just to hear the voice of a bargain center soul

Now the deserts are in flame and the bandages are the same

And the factory's casualties are looking for mangled jewels

Well if it ain't your time to go, then you better stay put for now

'Cause everybody's got to put their hand upon the hand of the clock

Like the minds of misers grinding down their gears to a halt