| Oh yeah | |
| Mm | |
| Still don't know what I was waiting for | |
| And my time was running wild | |
| A million dead-end streets and | |
| 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 man | |
| Ch-ch-ch-ch-changes | |
| (Turn and face the strange) | |
| 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 | |
| So the days float through my eyes | |
| But stil 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 | |
| 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 |