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...