All The Things She Gave Me

<br>All the things<br>all the things she gave me<br>all the things<br>all the things she gave me<br>I wrapped them up<br>in a big brown box<br>tied it with ribbon<br>drove to the docks<br>checked my time<br>by the old town clock<br>all the things...<br>I saw the watchman<br>he was blowing into<br>cupped hands<br>as he walked to the car<br>he said "Where do you think<br>you`re drivin` to son?<br>All good folks are in bed<br>the day`s work is done"<br>I said I`m just lookin` for<br>someplace to burn<br>all the things<br>all the things that she...<br>all the things that she gave me<br>where do I put them<br>where can I hide them<br>where I won`t have to see them?<br>It`s dark as hell here<br>this city`s gown cold<br>the devil`s in drag<br>playing poker with souls<br>the lots are all empty<br>the last man`s out<br>the moon`s made of cheese<br>and God is a boy scout<br>when I go to sleep<br>I`ll be dreaming about<br>all the things...<br>then I`ll dream about<br>churches with<br>great tall spires<br>cathedrals and candles<br>chimneys and choirs<br>I`ll dream about<br>that place<br>where I set fire<br>all the things<br>all the things that she...