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