I leave my home from time to time I'd let the devil know But he doesn't go near this part of town He's a pragmatist by design So he's changed the words to this land It's your land, not mine And you can gather the day in your own time Gather up the day in your own time And let the night turn to day in its own time I'm gonna waste my money on you It's almost mythical because it's so simple and true But out here on the empty sea Where there's nobody to greet you But you can bend history in order to suit you Just as long as you know Your longitude from your latitude And you can gather the day in your own time Gather up the day in your own time And let the night turn to day in its own time I'm gonna waste my money on you We sail out of the harbour under a charcoal sky And back to Lanarkshire, California The boat's leaving tonight It's packed with preachers and pilgrims Who are always spoiling for a fight If they could only bury their unkindness in the night And gather the day in your own time Gather up the day in your own time And let the night turn to day in its own time I'm gonna waste my money on you