Sleep the clock around
And the moment will come when composure returnsPut a face on the world, turn your back to the wallAnd you walk twenty yards with your head in the airDown the Liberty Hill, where the fashion brigadeLook with curious eyes on your raggedy wayAnd for once in your life you've got nothing to sayAnd could this be the time when somebody will comeTo say, "Look at yourself, you're not much use to anyone"
Take a walk in the park, take a valium pillRead the letter you got from the memory girlBut it takes more than this to make sense of the dayYeah, it takes more than milk to get rid of the tasteAnd you trusted to this, and you trusted to thatAnd when you saw it all come, it was waving the flagOf the United States of Calamity, hey!After all that you've done, boy, I know you're going to pay
In the morning you come to the ladies salonTo get all fitted out for The Paperback ThroneBut the people are living far away from the placeWhere you wanted to help, it's a bit of a wasteAnd the puzzle will last until somebody will say"There's a lot to be done while your head is still young"If you put down your pen, leave your worries behindThen the moment will come, and the memory will shine
Now the trouble is over, everybody got paidEverybody is happy, they are glad that they cameThen you go to the place where you've finally foundYou can look at yourself, sleep the clock around