It's impatience that's holding back the clocks 

It's a life of dates and documents 

The soul searchers wheel and deal 

If you're looking for repentance 

They'll hand you down a sentence 



Far away in Pittsburgh or Paris 

Love's for sale and so reasonably priced 

The answers few and far between 

It's just bedsheets my friend 

They're blowing in the wind 



Tombstone, tombstone

I know your face one day I'll meet you 

Down at that special place 

The hard earned wisdom 

Of the night is all for hire 

And I can't tell a shooting star from a bird on fire 



Tombstone, tombstone 



There's a pump organ lives on air 

And I can hear it from the market place 

Wailing mourners in the crowd 

Someone went over the line 

Where our burning paths combine 



The parishioners pour into the square 

Thinking there but for His grace go I 

But there among the deafened ears(?) 

The neediest of sinners will forget it before dinner 



Tombstone, tombstone etc.. 



Are you the jailer 

Or will you set me free 

How many misdemeanors 

In one felony 

Tombstone



Tombstone