Stumbled on a bag of all
The gifts I got from you
Your letters and your novel
With the pictures that you drew
I couldn't throw them all away
But I couldn't keep them close
Now they're hid under the mattress
Like a memory or ghost
And it's one more tune by the Silver Jews and I'm through
Because my moving on is more than overdue
And I'm four sheets gone to the wind but that won't do
Because they talk and talk but they don't talk like me and you
Weaving tales of heartache
Into adolescent songs
Sentimental redress
For the right and perceived wrongs
We haven't talked in months now
All out letters have been sent
It's a far cry from the day
When we both promised to stay friends
And it's one more tune by the Silver Jews and I'm through
Because my moving on is more than overdue
And I'm four sheets gone to the wind but that won't do
Because they talk and talk but they don't talk like me and you
Because they talk and talk but they don't talk like me and you
Say no say no and I
Oh oh
Oh oh
Say no and I
Oh oh
Oh oh
And it's one more tune by the Silver Jews and I'm through
Because my moving on is more than overdue
And I'm four sheets gone to the wind but that won't do
Because they talk and talk but they don't talk like me and you
Because they talk and talk but they don't talk like me and you
