I still don't know what I was waiting 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 |
Chorus: |
Ch-ch-ch-ch-Changes |
(Turn and face the strain) |
Ch-ch-Changes |
Don't want to be a richer man |
Ch-ch-ch-ch-Changes |
(Turn and face the strain) |
Ch-ch-Changes |
Just gonna have to be a different man |
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 and |
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 |
Are immune to your consultations |
They're quite aware of what they're going through |
Repeat Chorus (in the end :"But you can't trace time") |
Strange fascination, fascinating me |
Changes are taking the pace I'm going through |
Repeat Chorus |
Bridge: |
x2 |
I sad Time may change me |
But I can't trace time |