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?
