Three in the morning
The pawn shop closed tight
Three darkened globes
The traditional sight
Displays behind bars
Protected for the night
The House of Broken Dreams lays waiting.
Inside are the wishes
And dreams all gone sour
The hopes that have wilted
Like a long past picked flower
With no one to mourn them
At this early hour
The House of Broken Dreams lays waiting.
This case by the window
See, it's brimming with sad
It holds all the wedding bands
From marriages gone bad
Or engagements that shattered
When someone got mad
The House of Broken Dreams lays waiting.
On the walls hang the instruments
You see quite a few
That brought joy and impatience
When they were brand new
But the practice was boring
When there's so much to do
The House of Broken Dreams lays waiting.
Over here are the watches
Some cost quite a bit
Pleasant mementos
Of when wallets were fit
Then the bad times had settled
So you 'See what you can git'
The House of Broken Dreams lays waiting.
There are TVs and power tools
And stereos by the score
And shotguns and pistols
And rifles galore
And a rack full of fishing poles
Arranged by the door
The House of Broken Dreams lays waiting.
The cameras, the typewriters
Gifts? Some of them, I'd say!
For birthday, graduation,
Under the tree Christmas day
What hardship befell them
That they'd hock them away
The House of Broken Dreams lays waiting.
Each piece has a story
Behind why it's here
For some came with greed
But most out of fear
And a last desperate hope
While hiding a tear
The House of Broken Dreams lays waiting.
This shop deals in misery
We get rich on your pain
We make profit from circumstance
From misfortune we gain
And for 180% interest
Next month, yours again
The House of Broken Dreams lays waiting.
If you're ever in the neighborhood
Stop in and say 'Hi'
Browse through the aisles
You might even buy
Or if you're desperate, just remember
Like a coiled snake, here we lie
The House of Broken Dreams lays waiting.