There is a store on London Road
Where all unwanted treasure goes
For Vintage clothes they'll give you old for new
Come rain or shine they'll venture out
To rifle through the lost and found
Guaranteed to find a gem or two
Every Monday morning there's an old man at the store
Always seems to find exactly what he's looking for
He blows the dust from off the surface
Traces each and every line
And with Scarred and weathered fingers
Holds it up towards the light
He knows exactly what he has to do to bring it back to life
Nothing is worthless for the one who sees the gold
New for old.
He takes it home and once again.
He's skilled and loving hands begin
To strip away the varnish and the glue
He sands it down and though it's late
He gives it one more coat of paint
Till every crack is gone it's good as new
Every Monday morning you will find him at the store
If someone has thrown away something he knows he can restore
He blows the dust from off the surface
Traces each and every line
And with Scarred and weathered fingers
Holds it up towards the light
He knows exactly what he has to do to bring it back to life
Nothing is worthless for the one who sees the gold
There is nothing that's beyond repair
There is no one too far gone
Can't your eyes see what can be done
With a little love
Just blow the dust from off the surface of each tired and weary life
There's a diamond to discover when you hold it to the light
Cause everyone is someone's treasure when there're loved and that is why
Nothing's worthless for the one who sees the gold
New for old.
