A minor infection, that's what we've endured   The car slows down, another curve   I carved out a block of time   In the hall of kings      Look at the clock   Three twenty two   Look at it again it hasn't moved      And that cane hasn't moved   Since his wife died   But he sure enough kept that prescription alive      Losses that were never counted   Burned out on dollar bets   Don't cross the river, you won't get wet   You can carve yourself a lean life, baby   Out on this shore      The book on him   He doesn't try   He'll be lucky to come in by the fourth of July      Fresh roses in the ring   And the hanging bell   The moon is full but it's too soon to tell      She cries that there's no one around   She says she misses you   She's dead but she wants to break out   And send a message through   If my head is right I can do it tonight   Bring her spirit into view   They call me the specialist   And I'm ready to do business with you      Well, I've beat more odds   Than the final four   At the first sign of fear, I'm in the door      And you get a little hope   That's what you pay me for   And when the pale world calls me back   You're gonna need some more