Beck - Aint your time to go

^FWell, if it ain't your time to ^Ggo then you'd ^Fbetter stay put for ^Fnow ^DEverybody's ^Fgot to do their ^Ftime until it's ^Gtime And if it ^Fain't broken then ^Gbreak it and ^Fsay you knew me way back ^Fwhen When ^Dfools were fools and ^Fall the rest were swi^Fne waiting to be defi^Gled I could ^Fhang up my ^Gshingles ^Fout by the side of the ^Froad ^DTry to bang the ^Fblame out of the c^Finders you left be^Ghind Like a ^Fdriftwood in the ^Gnight that was ^Fwashed up by the l^Fight Of the ^Dmoon that bleached my ^Fbones then ^Fsent me to the ^Gpile ^FMustard in your ^Gsmile, land that ^Fhand on the radio ^Fdial Then the ^Dbreezes of the ^Fseason have ^Fblown us back to h^Gell It's a ^Fstolen ^Gtelephone that I ^Fdialed, blind and ^Falone ^DJust to hear the ^Fvoice of a ^Fbargain center ^Gsoul Now the ^Fdeserts are in ^Gflame and the ^Fbandages are the ^Fsame And the ^Dfactory's casual^Fties are ^Flooking for mangled ^Gjewels Well if it ^Fain't your time to ^Ggo, then you ^Fbetter stay put for ^Fnow 'Cause ^Deverybody's ^Fgot to put their ^Fhand upon the ^Ghand of the cl^Fock Like the ^Gminds of misers ^Fgrinding down their ^Ggears to a ^Fhalt