| Oh yeah
|
| Mm
|
| Still don’t know what I was looking for
|
| And my time was running wild
|
| A million dead-end streets
|
| Every time I thought I’d got it made
|
| It seemed the taste was not so sweet
|
| So I turned myself to face me
|
| But I’ve never caught a glimpse
|
| Of how the others must see the faker
|
| I’m much too fast to take that test
|
| Ch-ch-ch-ch-changes
|
| (Turn and face the strange)
|
| Ch-ch-changes
|
| Don’t want to be a richer one
|
| Ch-ch-ch-ch-changes
|
| (Turn and face the strange)
|
| Ch-ch-changes
|
| Just gonna have to be a different one
|
| Time may change me
|
| But I can’t trace time
|
| I watch the ripples change their size
|
| But never leave the stream
|
| Of warm impermanence
|
| So the days float through my eyes
|
| But still the days seem the same
|
| And these children that you spit on
|
| As they try to change their worlds
|
| They're immune to your consultations
|
| They’re quite aware of what they’re going through
|
| Ch-ch-ch-ch-changes
|
| (Turn and face the strange)
|
| Ch-ch-changes
|
| Don’t tell them to grow up and out of it
|
| Ch-ch-ch-ch-changes
|
| (Turn and face the strange)
|
| Ch-ch-changes
|
| Where’s your shame
|
| You’ve left us up to our necks in it
|
| Time may change me
|
| But you can’t trace time
|
| Strange fascination, fascinating me
|
| Ah changes are taking the pace I’m going through
|
| Ch-ch-ch-ch-changes
|
| (Turn and face the strange)
|
| Ch-ch-changes
|
| Oh, look out you rock ’n rollers
|
| Ch-ch-ch-ch-changes
|
| (Turn and face the strange)
|
| Ch-ch-changes
|
| Pretty soon now you’re gonna get a little older
|
| Time may change me
|
| But I can’t trace time
|
| I said that time may change me
|
| But I can’t trace time |