And the sun, it sets on the auctionnBut the auctioneer is still hawkingnIt seemed we had lots in commonnBefore we started talkingnnYou said you'd come here looking for a heartnAnd checked out the white elephant tablenOh an elephant heart is a size too largenBut its beat is incredibly stablenBut its beat is incredibly stablennAnd the sun, it sets on the auctionnAnd the things she spent lifetimes collectingnTrickle home through cross-continental carpoolsnAfter moments of appraising and dissectingnThere was a frowning copy of the Mona LisanI bought a five dollar phone but I still couldn't reach you after many times tryingnIt was a problem with the wiringnnOne twenty five, one thirty five, one forty five, soldnTill shelvings and closets and cabinets are coldnOne fifty five, one sixty five, one seventy five soldnnThe selling of things you can pick up and holdnWhen what I'd rather buy was the look on your face when you saw me and you started biddingnUntil you had bid up all the money you'd saved and I laughed and you said, I'm not kidding.nAnd I laughed and you said, I'm not kidding.nnAnd the sun, it sets on the auctionnIt gets darker now, fraction by fractionnAnd I feel it's time to be goingnBut something must move me to actionnThen the auctioneer walks by with his mic in his handnAnd he says, I can't do this much longernOh, my tongue's getting slower and I can't keep up with the depth of their need and their hungernWith the depth of their need and their hunger.