Seven Matches Lyrics - Gordon Downie

She gave me matches 

Seven wooden matches 

She put them into a small, slim glass jar 

With a screw-top lid 

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