Well if it ain't your time to go   Then you'd better stay put for now   'cause everybody's gotta 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 rest were swine waiting to be defiled   Well I could hang up my single   Out by the side of the road   And try to bang a flame 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   That sent me to the pile   Mustard in your smile   Lend a hand on the radio dial   And the breezes of the seasons   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 flames   And the bandages are the same   And the factories, casualties are looking for mangled jewels   And if it ain't your time to go   Then you'd better stay put for now   'cause anybody gotta put their hand   Upon the hand of the clock   Like the minds of misers grinding down their gears to a halt