Tombstone Lyrics

Tombstone lyrics

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