Band Tombstone
It抯 impatience that抯 holding back the clocks
It抯 a life of dates and documents
The soul searchers wheel and deal
If you抮e looking for repentance
They抣l hand you down a sentence
Far away in Pittsburg or Paris
Love抯 for sale and so reasonably priced
The answers are few and far between
It just bed sheets, my friend
They抮e blowin?in the wind
Chorus
Tombstone, Tombstone I know your face
One day I抣l meet you down at that special place
The hard-earned wisdom of the night is all for hire
And I can抰 tell a shooting star from a bird on fire
Tombstone, Tombstone
Tombstone, Tombstone
There抯 a pump organ that lives on air
I can hear it from the market place
Pallid mourners in the crowd
Some are withered but alive
Where a burnin?past can find
The parishioners pour into the square
Thinking there before his grace go I
By they are mum with deafened ears
The neediest of sinners
Will forget it before dinner
Chorus
Tombstone, Tombstone
I know your face
One day I抣l meet you down at that special place
The hard-earned wisdom of the night is all for hire
And I can抰 tell a shooting star from a bird on fire
Tombstone, Tombstone
Tombstone, Tombstone
Are you the jailer or will you set me free
How many misdemeanors can one felony
Tombstone
Chorus
Tombstone, Tombstone
I know your face
One day I抣l meet you down at that special place
The hard-earned wisdom of the night is all for hire
And I can抰 tell a shooting star from a bird on fire
Tombstone, Tombstone
Tombstone, Tombstone
Tombstone, Tombstone
