The Band - Tombstone текст песни

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?S®e looking for repentance
They?S?l hand you down a sentence

Far away in Pittsburg or Paris
Love?S? for sale and so reasonably priced
The answers are few and far between
It just bed sheets, my friend
They?S®e blowin?in the wind

Chorus
Tombstone, Tombstone I know your face
One day I?S?l meet you down at that special place
The hard-earned wisdom of the night is all for hire
And I can?S° tell a shooting star from a bird on fire
Tombstone, Tombstone
Tombstone, Tombstone

There?S? 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?S?l meet you down at that special place
The hard-earned wisdom of the night is all for hire
And I can?S° 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?S?l meet you down at that special place
The hard-earned wisdom of the night is all for hire
And I can?S° tell a shooting star from a bird on fire
Tombstone, Tombstone
Tombstone, Tombstone
Tombstone, Tombstone