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