i hope that i don't fall in love with youWell I hope that I don't fall in love with you'Cause falling in love just makes me blue,Well the music plays and you display your heart for me to see,I had a beer and now I hear you calling out for meAnd I hope that I don't fall in love with you.Well the room is crowded, people everywhereAnd I wonder, should I offer you a chair?Well if you sit down with this old clown, take that frown and break it,Before the evening's gone away, I think that we could make it,And I hope that I don't fall in love with you.Well the night does funny things inside a manThese old tom-cat feelings you don't understand,Well I turn around to look at you, you light a cigarette,I wish I had the guts to bum one, but we've never met,And I hope that I don't fall in love with you.I can see that you are lonesome just like me, and it being late,You'd like some some company,Well I turn around to look at you, and you look back at me,The guy you're with has up and split, the chair next to you's free,And I hope that you don't fall in love with me.Now it's closing time, the music's fading outLast call for drinks, I'll have another stout.Well I turn around to look at you, you're nowhere to be found,I search the place for your lost face, guess I'll have another roundAnd I think that I just fell in love with you.
TimeWell the smart money's on Harlow and the moon is in the streetAnd the shadow boys are breaking all the lawsAnd you're east of East Saint Louis and the wind is making speechesAnd the rain sounds like a round of applauseAnd Napoleon is weeping in a carnival saloonHis invisible fiancee's in the mirrorAnd the band is going home, it's raining hammers, it's raining nailsAnd it's true there's nothing left for him down hereAnd it's time time time, and it's time time timeAnd it's time time time that you loveAnd it's time time timeAnd they all pretend they're orphans and their memory's like a trainYou can see it getting smaller as it pulls awayAnd the things you can't remember tell the things you can't forget That history puts a saint in every dreamWell she said she'd stick around until the bandages came offBut these mama's boys just don't know when to quitAnd Mathilda asks the sailors Are those dreams or are those prayers? So close your eyes, son, and this won't hurt a bitOh it's time time time, and it's time time timeAnd it's time time time that you loveAnd it's time time timeWell things are pretty lousy for a calendar girlThe boys just dive right off the cars and splash into the streetAnd when they're on a roll she pulls a razor from her bootAnd a thousand pigeons fall around her feetSo put a candle in the window and a kiss upon his lips As the dish outside the window fills with rainJust like a stranger with the weeds in your heartAnd pay the fiddler off 'til I come back againOh it's time time time, and it's time time timeAnd it's time time time that you loveAnd it's time time timeAnd it's time time time, and it's time time timeAnd it's time time time that you loveAnd it's time time time