I've come to terms with myself - I see what leads the way br If not me then somebody else will change - I'd love to staylonger I hardly remember any songs of hope my mother was wearing br When she fell to her kneese her hands in the air - hold on - hold on - br It's all days gone - and nothing would be the same br It's all I'm shaped from - things change... br These dips in my esteem allowed them to build a box for me br A collection of things that they found too deep - eyes to dive in br Green as the water I remember seeing once in a picture br Of a better time, a place, roll on - roll on - roll on - br It's all years gone - and nothing can stay the same br All I'm molded from - things change.... br Things change.....