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