Nighttime's the right time to pull all the dimes from your pocket

Nighttime's the right time to climb on the rocket

Nighttime's the right time to pull your shoulder out of its socket

Nighttime's the right time to learn a new language



Cosmonauts flying, cosmonauts dying

You picked a fine time to tell me it was time to find me a new wife

You picked a fine way to tell me that today would be the last day

When is the first day you'll repay the money that you owe me?

A sisterly severance, a cutting of cookies, adios fraternos



When will she run to me?

When will she come to me?

O buenos dias

O buenas noches



No mercy you have shown me

How could a woman with so much to live for have so many children?

When time came to call names she bolted and left me an unlabelled burden

I'm bound to my time like cukes to a new brine, or brawn to an old one

Besides I have no time to explain how I have been feeling



Cosmonauts flying, cosmonauts dying

Astronauts starving, astronauts leaving

No more hospitality, no more hospitals at all

When was the first time you realized the next time would be the last time?