Are those dreams or are those prayers?

Look, I could tell you about today.

But not today.

Maybe tomorrow.  

In the meantime, this song is performed by Roseanne Cash, and written by Tom Waits.  Well the smart money's on Harlow 

And the moon is in the street 

The shadow boys are breaking all the laws 

And you're east of East St. Louis 

And the wind is making speeches 

And the rain sounds like a round of applause 

Napoleon is weeping in the Carnival saloon 

His invisible fiance is in the mirror 

And the band is going home 

It's raining hammers 

It's raining nails 

Oh, it's time, time, time 

And it's time, time, time 

And it's time, time, time that you love 

And it's time, time, time 

And they all pretend they're orphans 

And their memory's like a train 

You can see it getting smaller as it pulls away 

And the things you can't remember 

Tell the things you can't forget that 

History puts a saint in every dream 

Well she said she'd stick around 

Until the bandages came off 

But these mama's boys just don't know when to quit 

And Matilda asks the sailors 

Are those dreams or are those prayers? 

So close your eyes, son 

And this won't hurt a bit