Checked my time by the old town clock, all the things
I saw the watchman, he was blowing into cupped hands
The lots are all empty, the last man is out
All the things that she gave me
Cathedrals and candles, chimneys and choirs
The moon's made of cheese and God is a boy scout
It's dark as hell here, this city's grown cold
Where I won't have to see them?"
Where do I put them? Where can I hide them?
I wrapped them up in a big brown box
Tied it with ribbon, drove to the docks
When I go to sleep, I'll be dreaming about all the things
All good folks are in bed and a day's work is done"
As he walked to the car, he said
I'll dream about that place
The devil's in drag playing poker with souls
I said, "I'm just looking for someplace to burn
All the things, all the things that she gave me
Then I'll dream about churches with great tall spires
"Where do you think you're drivin' to, Son?
