Chris Garneau - Castle-Time

Men doing men thing times
Chewing candy and tobacco lines
Drinking harpoon pints
Tossing nickels and dimes
They're looking for exit signs
They're looking for lucky nines
They're talking in boring rhymes
Damn, they're keeping up old times
My teacher died
Even the frying pan cried
Rain fell according to castle-time
I was only nine
I was looking for exit signs
I was looking for lucky nines
They're talking in boring rhymes
Well face it, we're living in war times
Let's cry about it
Let's cry about it
You can cry about it
Don't be embarrassed
I won't laugh at you
The river flows north and winds
Traveling south you hit wind time
The passers by are not kind
But the sky's sublime