Seven Matches

She gave me matches Seven wooden matches She put them into a small, slim glass jar With a screw-top lid And I fingered that jar, I put it in my pocket She said, "Can't go in the woods without them" I smiled at her and left And I kept them dry And as long as there were six, I'd be fine As long as there were five matches in that jar Mile after mile Oh, the chk-chk-chk-chk sound of the matches Oh, the memory of her smile I kept them dry And as long as there were five, I'd be fine As long as there were four matches in a jar With a screw-top lid I know she did not mean to hurt my feelings But that's what she did I kept them dry And as long as there were three, I'd be fine As long as there were two matches in that jar