
Change
There was a dry goods store
A flower shop
A barber with no nose
One alcoholic cop
A beauty parlor
Where they sat in chrome chairs
And it smelled like they burned
Some poor lady’s hair
There were toys in the window
Of the five and dime
Little girls stared
Little boys whined
At the toys in the window of the five and dime
Things change
They change a lot
Things change
They blow cold they blow hot
And if looking back that all you got
It don’t matter anyway
Those same little girls
They went to work in those stores
And those same little boys went away to wars
When they came home
All the jobs had gone away
Back to the places where they fought so far away
Things change
They change a lot
Things change
They blow cold they blow hot
And if looking back 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’d sit in chrome chairs
They’d hide beneath the dryers
They just sit there, they stare
Things change
They change a lot
Things change
They blow cold they blow hot
And if looking back that's all you got
It don’t matter anyway
And if looking back that's all you got
Appears on mercy and The Pretty World Trilogy