| 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 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 |
|
| 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 |
| 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 older |
| Time may change me |
| But I can't trace time |
| I said that time may change me |
| But I can't trace time |