And the sun, it sets on the auction
But the auctioneer is still hawking
It seemed we had lots in common
Before we started talking
You said you'd come here looking for a heart
And checked out the white elephant table
Oh an elephant heart is a size too large
But its beat is incredibly stable
But its beat is incredibly stable
And the sun, it sets on the auction
And the things she spent lifetimes collecting
Trickle home through cross-continental carpools
After moments of appraising and dissecting
There was a frowning copy of the Mona Lisa
I bought a five dollar phone but I still couldn't reach you after many times trying
It was a problem with the wiring
One twenty five, one thirty five, one forty five, sold
Till shelvings and closets and cabinets are cold
One fifty five, one sixty five, one seventy five sold
The selling of things you can pick up and hold
When what I'd rather buy was the look on your face when you saw me and you started bidding
Until you had bid up all the money you'd saved and I laughed and you said, "I'm not kidding."
And I laughed and you said, "I'm not kidding."
And the sun, it sets on the auction
It gets darker now, fraction by fraction
And I feel it's time to be going
But something must move me to action
Then the auctioneer walks by with his mic in his hand
And he says, "I can't do this much longer
Oh, my tongue's getting slower and I can't keep up with the depth of their need and their hunger
With the depth of their need and their hunger."
But the auctioneer is still hawking
It seemed we had lots in common
Before we started talking
You said you'd come here looking for a heart
And checked out the white elephant table
Oh an elephant heart is a size too large
But its beat is incredibly stable
But its beat is incredibly stable
And the sun, it sets on the auction
And the things she spent lifetimes collecting
Trickle home through cross-continental carpools
After moments of appraising and dissecting
There was a frowning copy of the Mona Lisa
I bought a five dollar phone but I still couldn't reach you after many times trying
It was a problem with the wiring
One twenty five, one thirty five, one forty five, sold
Till shelvings and closets and cabinets are cold
One fifty five, one sixty five, one seventy five sold
The selling of things you can pick up and hold
When what I'd rather buy was the look on your face when you saw me and you started bidding
Until you had bid up all the money you'd saved and I laughed and you said, "I'm not kidding."
And I laughed and you said, "I'm not kidding."
And the sun, it sets on the auction
It gets darker now, fraction by fraction
And I feel it's time to be going
But something must move me to action
Then the auctioneer walks by with his mic in his hand
And he says, "I can't do this much longer
Oh, my tongue's getting slower and I can't keep up with the depth of their need and their hunger
With the depth of their need and their hunger."