In regards to the meaning of this song:
Before a live performance on the EP Five Stories Falling, Geoff states “It’s about the last time I went to visit my grandmother in Columbus, and I saw that she was dying and it was the last time I was going to see her. It is about realizing how young you are, but how quickly you can go.”
That’s the thing about Geoff and his sublime poetry, you think it’s about one thing, but really it’s about something entirely different. But the lyrics are still universal and omnipresent, ubiquitous, even. So relatable. That’s one thing I love about this band. I also love their live performances, raw energy and Geoff’s beautiful, imperfectly perfect vocals. His voice soothes my aching soul.
The smart money's on Harlow, and the moon is in the street,
And the shadow boys are breaking all the laws.
You're east of East St. Louis, and the wind is making speeches,
And the rain sounds like a round of applause.
And Napoleon is weeping in a carnival saloon,
His invisible fiance's in the mirror.
The band is going home-it's raining hammers, it's raining nails.
It's true-there's nothing left for him down here.
And it's time, time, time. And it's time, time, time
And it's time, time, time that you love.
And it's time, time...time.
Well, they all pretend they're orphans, and their memory's like a train-
You can see it getting smaller as it pulls away.
The things you can't rememeber tell the things you can't forget,
That history puts a saint in every dream.
Well, she said she'd stick around until the bandages came off,
But, these Mama boys just don't know when to quit.
Matilda asks the sailors, 'Are those dreams or are those prayers,
So close your eyes, son, this won't hurt a bit.'
And it's time, time, time. And it's time, time, time.
And it's time, time, time that you love.
And it's time, time...time.
Well, things are pretty lousy for a calendar girl,
The boys just dive right off the cars and splash into the street.
And when they're on a roll, she pulls a razor from her boots.
And a thousand pigeons fall around her feet.
So put a candle in the window, and a kiss upon his lips,
As the dish outside the window fills with rain.
An just like a stranger with the weeds in your heart,
And pay the fiddler off 'til I come back again.
And it's time, time, time. And it's time, time, time.
And it's time, time, time that you love.
And it's time, time...time.
And it's time, time, time. And it's time, time, time.
And it's time, time, time that you love.
And it's time, time...time.
And the shadow boys are breaking all the laws.
You're east of East St. Louis, and the wind is making speeches,
And the rain sounds like a round of applause.
And Napoleon is weeping in a carnival saloon,
His invisible fiance's in the mirror.
The band is going home-it's raining hammers, it's raining nails.
It's true-there's nothing left for him down here.
And it's time, time, time. And it's time, time, time
And it's time, time, time that you love.
And it's time, time...time.
Well, they all pretend they're orphans, and their memory's like a train-
You can see it getting smaller as it pulls away.
The things you can't rememeber tell the things you can't forget,
That history puts a saint in every dream.
Well, she said she'd stick around until the bandages came off,
But, these Mama boys just don't know when to quit.
Matilda asks the sailors, 'Are those dreams or are those prayers,
So close your eyes, son, this won't hurt a bit.'
And it's time, time, time. And it's time, time, time.
And it's time, time, time that you love.
And it's time, time...time.
Well, things are pretty lousy for a calendar girl,
The boys just dive right off the cars and splash into the street.
And when they're on a roll, she pulls a razor from her boots.
And a thousand pigeons fall around her feet.
So put a candle in the window, and a kiss upon his lips,
As the dish outside the window fills with rain.
An just like a stranger with the weeds in your heart,
And pay the fiddler off 'til I come back again.
And it's time, time, time. And it's time, time, time.
And it's time, time, time that you love.
And it's time, time...time.
And it's time, time, time. And it's time, time, time.
And it's time, time, time that you love.
And it's time, time...time.
Lyrics submitted by sarahmansour
Time Lyrics as written by Thomas Alan Waits
Lyrics © JALMA MUSIC
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