She's All I Got Left - Ezra Furman, The Harpoons

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