All the things

all the things she gave me

all the things

all the things she gave me

I wrapped them up

in a big brown box

tied it with ribbon

drove to the docks

checked my time

by the old town clock

all the things...

I saw the watchman

he was blowing into

cupped hands

as he walked to the car

he said "Where do you think

you're drivin' to son?

All good folks are in bed

the day's work is done"

I said I'm just lookin' for

someplace to burn

all the things

all the things that she...





all the things that she gave me

where do I put them

where can I hide them

where I won't have to see them?





It's dark as hell here

this city's gown cold

the devil's in drag

playing poker with souls





the lots are all empty

the last man's out

the moon's made of cheese

and God is a boy scout

when I go to sleep

I'll be dreaming about

all the things...

then I'll dream about

churches with

great tall spires

cathedrals and candles

chimneys and choirs

I'll dream about

that place

where I set fire

all the things

all the things that she