Everything Must Go

We found a house with a yard

And moved all of my things

And then most of your things in

And, honey, I was proud of it

And, honey, I was proud of you

You quote the good book when it's convenient

But you don't have the sense, no, you don't have the sense

To tie your tangled tongue

Instead you slash it through the mud

Some boxes

That hand-me-down couch and chair

That used to be at your church

We borrowed them from there

A cabinet record player with nothin' but James Taylor

Tore the carpet from the corners to put in that hardwood floor

I'd be a fool to have asked for more

You quote the good book when it's convenient

But you don't have the sense, no, you don't have the sense

To tie your tangled tongue

Instead you slash it through the mud

You quote the good book when it's convenient

But you don't have the sense, no, you don't have the sense

To tie your tangled tongue

Instead you slash it through the mud

And, honey, I was proud of you

Instead of sloshing through

The love you had, but couldn't leave

The past that we were stuck between

Beside myself, I stop to think

Lord, what have I done?

You quote the good book when it's convenient

But you don't have the sense, no, you don't have the sense

To tie your tangled tongue

Instead you slash it through the mud

You quote the good book when it's convenient

But you don't have the sense, no, you don't have the sense

To tie your tangled tongue

Instead you slash it through the mud

Oh, oh, oh