don't you touch that, leave that there
the eggshell china, the silverware
the oil paintings and knobbled chairs
those fuzzy coats, the minx's stare
you can't bring hime leave that there
his baby grand, his kinked up hair
you can't take this beyond repair
it's not your time. .
time is ticking, time's a bear
that runs for office that runs for mayor
the people gather, the people swear
it promises victories, it rewrites your prayes
gypsy, gypsy
don't stand there
in that sea of faces in tattered layers
the wind is burning the wind won't share
it will break you down beyond repair
so before the paint dries, the carpets wear
pack your satchel, your tents and flares
but that heavy piece, leave that there
it's not your time for time in pairs
