(Alexander)      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