There's antiques on the mantle Hank Williams in the air Bourbon on the counter And you've cut off all your hair The daisies on the hillside Watch the sun goin' down Hopin' that time turns around Hopin' that time turns around Police at the pawnshop Vampires at the mall Country boys in gangster clothes Skate 'round city hall And all the bathtub virgins cry Without making a sound They're hopin' that time turns around Hopin' that time turns around You'll be getting younger You'll be dancing on the sun And your soul won't remember All the damage that you've done And the last shall be the first And the first shall be the last But Johnny come lately Will still be pumping gas Yesterday's a beggar Dressed up like a king Tomorrow is a prophet But he ain't saying anything Today is just a coward Who's painted like a clown Hopin' that time turns around Hopin' that time turns around Hopin' that time turns around Hopin' that time turns around