Chris Garneau Castle-Time lyrics

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