Change

There was a dry goods store
A flower shop
A barber with no nose
One alcoholic cop
A beauty parlor
Where they sit in chrome chairs
Smells like they burned some poor ladies hair
There were toys in the window
5 and dime
little girl staring
little boys whine
half the toys in the window of the 5 and Dime
Things change
They change a lot
Things change
They grow cold they grow hot
And if looking back that’s all you got
It don’t matter anyway
Those same little girls go to work in those stores
Those same little boys they went away to wars
And when they came home
All the jobs gone away
Back to the places where they fought so far away
Things change, they change a lot
Things change
They grow cold, they grow hot
And looking back if that’s all you got
It don’t matter anyway
There was a dry goods store
A flower shop
A barber with no nose
There was one drunk cop
A beauty parlor
Where they sit in chrome chairs
Theyd hide beneath the dryers
They just sit there
They stare
Things change
They change a lot
Things change
They grow cold they grow hot
And if looking back that’s all you got
They don’t matter anyway
And if looking back that’s all you got…