A minor infection, that's what we've endured The car slows down, another curve I carved out a block of time In the hall of kings Look at the clock Three twenty two Look at it again it hasn't moved And that cane hasn't moved Since his wife died But he sure enough kept that prescription alive Losses that were never counted Burned out on dollar bets Don't cross the river, you won't get wet You can carve yourself a lean life, baby Out on this shore The book on him He doesn't try He'll be lucky to come in by the fourth of July Fresh roses in the ring And the hanging bell The moon is full but it's too soon to tell She cries that there's no one around She says she misses you She's dead but she wants to break out And send a message through If my head is right I can do it tonight Bring her spirit into view They call me the specialist And I'm ready to do business with you Well, I've beat more odds Than the final four At the first sign of fear, I'm in the door And you get a little hope That's what you pay me for And when the pale world calls me back You're gonna need some more