Yard Sale

She came to gather All of her personal effects It seemed a bit too late For goodbye sex Out the window, an engine idled Some guy leaning on the hood I'm pretty sure she's gone for good Love is a yard sale Strangers wander up on your grass To hold your future hostage And bargain for your past But all sales are final No returns, not that you would I'm pretty sure she's gone for good Gone for good, gone for good Gone for good, gone for good I'm pretty sure she's gone for good Many days have passed now I lose track of time I hear your name mentioned I wonder, do you hear mine? It would be of great disservice To claim that I understood But I'm pretty sure she's gone for good Gone for good, gone for good Gone for good, gone for good Gone for good, gone for good Gone for good, gone for good I'm pretty sure she's gone for good I'm pretty sure she's gone for good