Band Tombstone
ItæŠÂ¯ impatience thatæŠÂ¯ holding back the clocks
ItæŠÂ¯ a life of dates and documents
The soul searchers wheel and deal
If youæŠÂ®e looking for repentance
TheyæŠÂ£l hand you down a sentence
Far away in Pittsburg or Paris
LoveæŠÂ¯ for sale and so reasonably priced
The answers are few and far between
It just bed sheets, my friend
TheyæŠÂ®e blowin?in the wind
Chorus
Tombstone, Tombstone I know your face
One day IæŠÂ£l meet you down at that special place
The hard-earned wisdom of the night is all for hire
And I canæŠÂ° tell a shooting star from a bird on fire
Tombstone, Tombstone
Tombstone, Tombstone
ThereæŠÂ¯ 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 IæŠÂ£l meet you down at that special place
The hard-earned wisdom of the night is all for hire
And I canæŠÂ° 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 IæŠÂ£l meet you down at that special place
The hard-earned wisdom of the night is all for hire
And I canæŠÂ° tell a shooting star from a bird on fire
Tombstone, Tombstone
Tombstone, Tombstone
Tombstone, Tombstone
