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'...