Gord Downie - Seven Matches lyrics

She gave me matches seven wooden matches
She put them into a small, slim glass jar
With a screw-top lid and I fingered that jar
I put it in my pocket she said
‘Can't go into the woods without them'
I smiled at her and left

And I kept them dry

And as long as there were six i'd be fine
As long as there were five
Matches in that jar

Mile after mile
On the chick chick chick chick
Sound of the matches
On the memory of her smile

I kept them dry

And as long as there were five i'd be fine
As long as there were four matches in a jar

With a screw-top lid
I know she did not mean to hurt my feelings
But that's what she did

I kept them dry

And as long as there were three i'd be fine
As long as there were two
Matches in that jar