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…
