Its impatience thats holding back the clocks

Its a life of dates and documents

The soul searchers wheel and deal

If youre looking for repentance

Theyll hand you down a sentence



Far away in Pittsburg or Paris

Loves for sale and so reasonably priced

The answers are few and far between

It just bed sheets, my friend

Theyre blowin in the wind



Chorus

Tombstone, Tombstone I know your face

One day Ill meet you down at that special place

The hard-earned wisdom of the night is all for hire

And I cant tell a shooting star from a bird on fire

Tombstone, Tombstone

Tombstone, Tombstone



Theres 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 Ill meet you down at that special place

The hard-earned wisdom of the night is all for hire

And I cant 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 Ill meet you down at that special place

The hard-earned wisdom of the night is all for hire

And I cant tell a shooting star from a bird on fire

Tombstone, Tombstone

Tombstone, Tombstone

Tombstone, Tombstone