I’ve seen things wash away
Out in the pouring rain
Taking away the old impressions
Leaving some trace behind,
Perhaps not even that
Leaving room for new impressions
Adapting changes can be difficult,
Yet It will be boring if it stayed the same
Oooooh, it changes all the time,
I’ve seen things swept away
Unravel in misterious ways
Creating room for something different
Adapting change can be difficult,
Yet It will be boring if it stayed the same
Oooooh, it changes all the time,
Oooooh, it changes all the time,
all the time,
[ Even I am not me ]