“Time”

“And they all pretend they’re orphans, and their memory’s like a train,
You can see it getting smaller as it pulls away
And the things you can’t remember tell the things you can’t forget
That history puts a saint in every dream

Well she said she’d stick around until the bandages came off
But these mamas boys just dont know when to quit
And Mathilda asks the sailors are those dreams or are those prayers?
So close your eyes, son, and this wont hurt a bit

Oh it’s time, time, time, and it’s time, time, time
And it’s time, time, time that you love
And it’s time, time, time.”

– Tom Waits