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