All the things  all the things she gave me  all the things  all the things she gave me  I wrapped them up  in a big brown box  tied it with ribbon  drove to the docks  checked my time  by the old town clock  all the things...  I saw the watchman  he was blowing into  cupped hands  as he walked to the car  he said "Where do you think  you're drivin' to son?  All good folks are in bed  the day's work is done"  I said I'm just lookin' for  someplace to burn  all the things  all the things that she...  all the things that she gave me  where do I put them  where can I hide them  where I won't have to see them?  It's dark as hell here  this city's gown cold  the devil's in drag  playing poker with souls  the lots are all empty  the last man's out  the moon's made of cheese  and God is a boy scout  when I go to sleep  I'll be dreaming about  all the things...  then I'll dream about  churches with  great tall spires  cathedrals and candles  chimneys and choirs  I'll dream about  that place  where I set fire  all the things  all the things that she...