| It’s the first day of spring with clean air in the wind |
| Everything is just like it should be |
| The roads are jammed up with lorries and cars |
| And I’m standing in the street with my hand upon my heart |
| This is the place that I used to know |
| But it’s been wiped away and put up for show |
| I’m all alone in the middle of a crowd |
| I open my mouth and scream a silent shout |
| Well, I jumped out of bed, had my first cigarette |
| It made my body feel sick but helped my mind relax |
| The cranes are moving on the skyline |
| And the water is dripping from the kitchen tap |
| These times, they are a-changing |
| But I’m being left behind |
| Everybody’s running |
| Trying to catch up with their lives |
| The hypocrites on the television screens |
| Are trying to disguise what they really mean |
| They say things are getting better |
| When we know they getting worse |
| While they’re buying bigger guns from a shrinking purse |
| The stink and sweat and the flesh and bones |
| Have been replaced and are being sold |
| Not for melting down for pills and soap |
| But as draft stoppers to keep out the cold |
| Well, I jumped out of bed, had my first cigarette |
| It made my body feel sick but helped my mind relax |
| The cranes are moving on the skyline |
| And the water is dripping from the kitchen tap |
| These times, they are a-changing |
| But I’m being left behind |
| Everybody’s running |
| Trying to catch up with their lives |
| The cranes are moving in the twilight |
| And the water is dripping from the kitchen tap |
| The cranes are moving in the twilight |
| And the water is dripping from the kitchen tap |
| The cranes are moving in the twilight |
| And the water is dripping from the kitchen tap |
| The cranes are moving in the twilight |
| And the water is dripping from the kitchen tap |
| Everybody’s running |
| Trying to catch up with their lives |
| Everybody’s running |
| Trying to catch up with their lives |