Time

[D]     [A7]

 [D]            [D]            [G]     [A7]     [D]
 [D]     [A7]     [D]            [G]            [A7]

 [D]     [A7]     [D]            [G]     [D]      [A7]
 [D]     [F#m]    [G]     [Em]     [D]     [A7]     [D]

[D]The smart money's on Harlem
[D]And the moon is in the street
The [G]shadow boys are [A7]breaking all the [D]laws
And you're [D]east of East Saint [A7]Louis
And the [D]wind is making speeches
And the [G]rain sounds like a round of [A7]applause

[D]Napoleon is weeping
[D]In the carnival saloon
His inv[G]isible fi[A7]ance's in the m[D]irror
And the [D]band is going [A7]home
It's raining [D]hammers, it's raining nails
It's [G]true there's nothing left for him d[A7]own here

And it's [D]time, [A7]time, [D]time
And it's [G]time, [D]time, [A7]time
And it's [D]time, [F#m]time, [G]time, that you [Em]love
And it's [D]time, [A7]time, [D]time

[D]And they all pretend they're orphans
[D]And their memory's like a train
You can [G]see it getting [A7]smaller as it pulls a[D]way
And the [D]things you can't re[A7]member
Tell the [D]things you can't forget
That [G]history puts a saint in every [A7]dream

[D]Well she said she'd stick around
[D]Until the bandages came off
But these [G]mama's boys just [A7]don't know when to [D]quit
And Mat[D]ilda asks the sail[A7]ors
Are those [D]dreams or are those prayers?
So cl[G]ose your eys, son and this [A7]won't hurt a bit

CHORUS...

[D]Well things are pretty lousy
[D]For a calendar girl
The [G]boys just dive right [A7]off the cars and i[D]nto the street
And [D]when they're on a [A7]roll
She pulls a [D]razor from her boot
And a [G]thousand pigeons fall around her [A7]feet

[D]So put a candle in the window
[D]And a kiss upon his lips
As the [G]dish outside the [A7]window fills with [D]rain
[D]Just like a stran[A7]ger
With the [D]weeds in your heart
And [G]pay the fiddler off 'till I come [A7]back again