It抯 impatience that抯 holding back the clocks   It抯 a life of dates and documents   The soul searchers wheel and deal   If you抮e looking for repentance   They抣l hand you down a sentence      Far away in Pittsburg or Paris   Love抯 for sale and so reasonably priced   The answers are few and far between   It just bed sheets, my friend   They抮e blowin?in the wind      Chorus   Tombstone, Tombstone I know your face   One day I抣l meet you down at that special place   The hard-earned wisdom of the night is all for hire   And I can抰 tell a shooting star from a bird on fire   Tombstone, Tombstone   Tombstone, Tombstone      There抯 a pump organ that lives on air   I can hear it from the market place   Pallid mourners in the crowd   Some are withered but alive   Where a burnin?past can find      The parishioners pour into the square   Thinking there before his grace go I   By they are mum with deafened ears   The neediest of sinners   Will forget it before dinner      Chorus   Tombstone, Tombstone   I know your face   One day I抣l meet you down at that special place   The hard-earned wisdom of the night is all for hire   And I can抰 tell a shooting star from a bird on fire   Tombstone, Tombstone   Tombstone, Tombstone      Are you the jailer or will you set me free   How many misdemeanors can one felony   Tombstone      Chorus   Tombstone, Tombstone   I know your face   One day I抣l meet you down at that special place   The hard-earned wisdom of the night is all for hire   And I can抰 tell a shooting star from a bird on fire   Tombstone, Tombstone   Tombstone, Tombstone   Tombstone, Tombstone