Castle-Time (Garneau Chris)

Men doing men thing times chewing candy and tabacco lines drinkin heart puned pints tossing nikels and dimes Their lookin for an exit signs their lookin for a lucky night the darken and boring ryhmes damn their keeping up old times My teacher died, even the frying pan cried, rain fell slowly according to caslte-time, i was only nine I lookin for an exit signs i was lookin for a lucky night and my darken and boring ryhmes well face it were living in war times Lets cry about you lets cry about you, you cant cry about you Dont be embaressed i'wont laugh at you The river flows north and wines travelling south you head wind time the passers by are not kind but the sky is sublime Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah