Hidden Hardwood Floors

We Never crossed paths In this life But about a year After she died Her empty house It fell to me A hundred thirty years of history Hidden hardwood floors and memories It survived so Improbably Oh, and they say That thanks to Shirley The wrecking balls were kept at bay A little bit of myth A little bit of truth Oh, but who can say And at the end of the day The only constant is change She never claimed it Was paradise And her words They linger in my mind If only she could see the neighborhood these days Much to her dismay How quickly so much can change Yet the neighborhood she loved remains Oh, and they say That thanks to Shirley The wrecking balls were kept at bay A little bit of myth A little bit of truth Oh, but who can say And at the end of the day The only constant is change Oh, and they say That thanks to Shirley The wrecking balls were kept at bay A little bit of myth A little bit of truth Oh, but who can say And at the end of the day The only constant is change Oh, and they say That thanks to Shirley The neighborhood remains today A little bit of myth A little bit of truth Oh, but who can say And at the end of the day The only constant is change