Thrift Shop

04:56
Doug Spears
2005-10-15

Lyrics

There’s a little thrift shop near my home, Full of tarnished treasures and abandoned dreams where I can go, And sift through the pieces of another’s past, That lie scattered all about that room like shards of broken glass. A Christmas gift that was never used, And a wine glass from Niagara Falls, 1962, Picture of a clown he looks so sad, He’s from a paint by the numbers kit just like I used to have. Well this is where old memories come to die, And all along these dusty shelves they lie, And for a price you can make one your own, And give an old worn out faded memory a brand new home. Now here’s a gown of yellowed lace, I can almost hear the wedding march and see her smiling face, I wonder if those dreams of love came true, Or did they just fade away like dreams so often do. Well this is where old memories come to die, And all along these dusty shelves they lie, And for a price you can make one your own, And give an old worn out faded memory a brand new home. One man’s burden another’s gold, They all seem to end up here where memories are sold. And there’s a quilt like my grandma’s right over there, Her’s had special meaning sown with love in each and every square, Those scraps of cloth were my trusted friends, That kept me so safe and warm at night after Grandma had tucked me in. Well this is where old memories come to die, And all along these dusty shelves they lie, And for a price you can make one your own, And give an old worn out faded memory, Give an old worn out faded memory, A brand new home, take one home, Take an old worn out memory on home from Cheap Charlie’s, Take an old worn out memory on home take one home, And make an old worn out memory your own.