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…