[Intro: swung drums and keyboard stabs] Two tickets in an envelope, a shoebox on the floor Baby, we both had a plan, and we both went out the door [Verse 1] Fifteen years of sneakers stacked up on my wall Every color, every size, I could name 'em all Kept 'em in the plastic, never wore 'em in the rain Had a pair from ninety-one that never touched a lace Cousin called it a museum, never wore a pair I said, art ain't made for walking, art is made to stare You loved that group since you were ten, you wore the tape out thin Then they said, one night only, we're getting back again Sold out in four minutes, front row went for a grand So I sold the wall to a kid with cash in hand [Chorus] Sold out, sold out, the show and me Sold my whole wall just to get you a seat Sold out, sold out, and I'd do it twice Barefoot in the doorway, baby, that's my price [Verse 2] Meanwhile you were digging in the closet by the stairs Found the satin tour jacket that you never let me wear Signed by all four members on the back in silver pen Sold it to a collector, didn't tell a friend Took the money on the train across the river, downtown Bought the pair I was missing, size eleven, white and brown Wrapped it in a red bow, hid it underneath the seat Thinking, this the only pair that makes his wall complete [Chorus] Sold out, sold out, the show and me Sold my whole wall just to get you a seat Sold out, sold out, and I'd do it twice Barefoot in the doorway, baby, that's my price [Verse 3] Friday at the door, I hand you the envelope You hand me a shoebox with a bow and a note You look up at the wall, and the wall is bare I say, where's your jacket? And you just stand there Then we both start laughing till the neighbors pound the door Two fools in the hallway with our gifts on the floor Front row, no jacket; new shoes, no wall Worst trade in history, best night of all [Bridge: drums and slap bass] Can't wear a ticket, can't play a shoe Only thing worth keeping is the fool next to you Lace 'em up, baby, I'm wearing 'em tonight Front row in the shoes you bought me, now that's right [Final Chorus: a deep voice doubles the hook an octave below] Sold out, sold out, the both of us Sold the thing we loved for the one we love Sold out, sold out, and I'd do it twice Front row in new shoes, baby, that's my price [Outro: keyboard stabs and the snare] Empty wall, empty closet, and a stub or two Baby, I'm sold out, and I'm sold on you [End]
