As abstract as its lyrics may be, "Time" from Rain Dogs has an irrepressible melancholy to it that's impossible to shake. The final verse takes the cake, though.
"Well, things are pretty lousy for a calendar girl, the boys just dive right off their cars and smash into the street,"
And when they're on a roll, she pulls a razor from her boot, and a thousand pigeons fall around her feet,
So put a candle in the window and a kiss upon his lips, as the dish outside the window fills with rain,
Just like a stranger, with the weeds in your heart. And pay the fiddler off 'til I come back again."