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
And every Monday morning there's an old man at the door
He 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's worthless for the one who sees the gold
New for old
He takes it home and once again
His sk**ed and loving hands begin
To strip away the varnish and the glue
He sands it down, and thought it's late
He gives it one more coat of paint
'Til every crack is gone; it's good as new
Every Monday morning, you will find him at the store
'Cause someone's 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's worthless for the one who sees the gold
'Cause there is nothing that is 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 a tired and weary life
There's a diamond to discover when you hold it to the light
'Cause everyone is someone's treasure when they're loved, and that is why
Nothing's worthless for the one who sees the gold
New for old