She slees with the windows open    yet she's still locked safe inside    and to block out the sounds of the city's commotion    she turns her fan up on high    yea she lives just far enough away from home    to see the whole scene    and down the street the kids throw sticks and stones    and end up on the the TV screen    yea they throw their sticks and stones    and end up on the TV screen    and she used to walk on these gracefully    but now they crunch beneath her feet    I guess she must be changin'    there's just no way to keep it neat    and her father still barks like a soldier    returning from victory    but now eh's much older    and that bark isn't as scary as it used to be    yea she watches his self torture    no one left to abuse but himself    but still her memory scorches her    and she struggles to love herself    her memory scorches her    and she struggles to love herself    and she used to walk on these gracefully    but now they crunch beneath her feet    and I guess she must be changin'    she never was to good at stayin' in her seat    and this town grows hungry and restless    hungry for what I ain't sure    but they're sweepin' the streets of the trash and the homeless    and raisin' the rent    and breakin' the poor    and I used to walk on these gracefully    but now they crunch beneath my feet    and I guess I must be changin'    there's just no way to keep it neat    I used to walk on these gracefully    I guess I must be changin'...