Ain't Your Time To Go

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