Clock Of St. James

The clock of St. James looking down through the rain

In a city blackened with time

Alleys and the doorways are grim

Street lights dimmed from the soot and the grime

The pitiful scream from the Second Street bridge

Was drowned by the three o'clock chime

But the clock of St. James looking down through the rain

Knows I committed a crime.

Clock of St. James, clock of St. James

Like an eye in the sky looking deep in my brain

Seein' my weakness, seein' my shame

Where can I hide from the clock of St. James?

The clock of St. James looking down through the rain

Looking at the pantomine

The body that falls from the Second Street bridge

The splash in the watery slime

The lights of the bridge never touching the hand

Clutchin' the dollar and dime

But the clock of St. James looking down through the rain

Knows I committed a crime.

Clock of St. James, clock of St. James

Like an eye in the sky looking deep in my brain

Seein' my weakness, seein' my shame

Where can I hide from the clock of St. James?

I run though the city, I run through the shadows

Of the buildings all blackened with time

The alleys and doorways are grim

My hand still clutching the dollar and dime

The pitiful scream from the Second Street bridge

Was drowned by the three o'clock chime

But the clock of St. James looking down through the rain

Knows I committed a crime.

Clock of St. James, clock of St. James

Like an eye in the sky looking deep in my brain

Seein' my weakness, seein' my shame

Where can I hide from the clock of St. James?