Cardboard sign says yard sale   Real estate sign says sold   Family picninc 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 home   Can bring the prices down      {Chrosus}   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 Sunday dresses   In the back yard on the line   A lady just brought them to me   Says she thinks they'll fit just fine   Well there goes the babys wagon   And the mirror from the hall   I better take one last look   Before they take it all      {Chorus}      Oh I wonder what you'd say   If you could see   They way they're sortin' through   What's left of you and me