the tubes that get turned on for the red guitar that you

learned on the records you left me the



cookbooks the ten-inch TV that radio you found the thing couldn't reach

downtown I think I've had my fill so if you want the stuff still you're

gonna see it in a sidewalk sale old



boxes and broken chairs strangers can take this stuff away you're gonna

see it in a sidewalk sale on the lawn, a sunny day you're gonna see it

in a sidewalk sale someday



your face when you'd wake up schemes that you'd always take up the way

that you stood on the pedestal you were put on the moons you brought

around the stars that you



pulled down the spaces that you fill and though I want the stuff still

you're gonna see it in a sidewalk sale if every room that I walk through

in this place could be packed up



box by box I'd have a pile that reaches into space you're gonna see it

in a sidewalk sale and I'll be taking the money there strangers can take

this stuff away