Cardboard sign says yard sale.

Real estate sign says sold.

Family picnic table, holds all that it can hold.

On the grass and on the sidewalk,

Well, there must be half the town.

Ain't it funny how a broken heart

Can bring the prices down?



Oh, they're sortin' through

What's 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 sortin' through

What's left of you and me.



You left two summer dresses

In the backyard on the line.

Lady just brought them to me,

Said she thinks they'll fit just fine.

Well, there goes the baby's wind-up,

And the mirror from the hall.

I better take just one last look,

Before they take it all.



Oh, they're sortin' through

What's 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 sortin' through

What's left of you and me.



Well, I wonder what you'd say

If you could see

The way they're sortin' through

What's left of you and me.