Auction

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

125, 135, 145, sold
Till shelving and closets and cabinets are cold
155, 165, 175, 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."