Cardboard sign says yard sale
Realestate sign says sold
Family picnic table holds all that it can hold
On the gra** and on the sidewalk
Well there must be half the town
Ain't it funny how a broken home
Can bring the price's down
Oh they're sorting through whats left of you and me
Paying yard sale prices for each golden memory
Oh I never thought I'd ever live to see
The way they're sorting through whats left of you and me
You left two summer dresses
In the backyard on the line
Lady just brought them to me
She said she thinks they'll fit just fine
Well there goes the baby's wagon
And the mirror from the hall
Well I better take one last look
Before they take it all
Oh they're sorting through whats left of you and me
Paying yard sale prices for each golden memory
Oh I never thought I'd ever live to see
The way they're sorting through whats left of you and me
Well I wonder what you'd say if you could see
The way they're sorting through whats left of you and me