This house goes sale ev'ry Wednesday morning
And taken off the market in the afternoon
You can buy a piece of it, if you want to
It's been good to me if it's been good to you

Take a grand look now; the fire is burning
Is that your reflection on the wall?
I can show you this room and some others
If you came to look at the house at all

Careful up the stairs; a few are missing
I haven't had the time to make repairs
The first step is the hardest one to master
The last one I'm not really sure is there

This room here once had childish laughter
And I come back to hear it now and again
I can't say that I'm certain what you're after
But in this room a part of you will remain

Second floor, the lady sleeps in waiting
Past the lantern, tiptoe in it's glance
In the room the soft brown arms of shadow
This room; the hardest one to pass

How much will you pay to live in the attic?
The shavings of your mind are the only rent
I left some would there if you thought you couldn't
Or if the shouldn't that you've bought has been spent

This house goes sale ev'ry Wednesday morning
And taken off the market in the afternoon
You can buy a piece of it, if you want to
It's been good to me if it's been good to you