Charity Shop Window

She saw his coat in the charity shop window
In the charity shop window
Where the past lives on at a bargain price
Long ago dreams find another chance to live again

Memories are cheap in the charity shop window
In the charity shop window
She can almost hear if she really tries
The sound of his voice and their first hello, their last goodbye

Typewriters, guitars, autographs of the stars
Her heart's like some forgotten souvenir
Broken 45s, other people lives
Books half-read, love gone dead
A wedding dress promise yellowed with age
She just can’t turn the page

She saw his coat in the charity shop window
As the rain and the wind blows
She can almost hear, if she really tries
And their first hello and their last goodbye
She just can't turn the page