Well, I sold my nice clothes
I sold my boots
Feel like a tree with a hundred branches
But I sold my roots
She's all, she's all
I got left
I watched my best friend leave me
Without one look back
All those clouds coming in
They look so hot and black
She's all, she's all
I got left
Well, she got my heart
Inside her hand
She could close it up shut
And crush me into sand
But she don't, but she don't
Do that
She don't do that
Well, ever man, woman, and child
That I've ever known
Is just a distance voice on the other end
Of a telephone
She's all, she's all
I got left
I tried to make someone hear me
With my music and words
But the sound waves bounced off
Everybody's ears but hers
She's all, she's all
I got left
Well, she got my heart
Inside her hand
She could close it up shut
And crush me into sand
But she don't, but she don't
Do that
She don't do that
