Change will come, it always does But why should we give up our love for the romance of guilt and lust? Change will come, no matter what There's not much we can do, not much And how can we claim to make progress, when it makes us just as much? The way is hard and long and steep Through all the lives, with no time to grieve, Each moment goes away all day and then the day is, too, taken And the way is long and hard for you and me, Hating ourselves and everything The small city where I grew up was better with the vacant lots, Though filled with trash and broken glass I don't mind the cuts, just the middle class But their new houses will turn to dust Oh, change will come, it always does I love to watch, it's wonderful The children grow and watch it go