Times have changed and we are changing too I can't deny I was part of the end of me and you And I can see you turning back To that old self you left behind way back down the track I know you want to get rid of the ghost of me I'll try to stop haunting you, fly away free I'll try to smack some sense into myself Stop worrying about what you think nor anybody else Maybe I'm just the same as that Old person I left behind way back down the track I'm a bird that's used to its old cage, not knowing where to go Not knowing where to fly away Should I take a wrong turn when I spread my wings Could end up in a cat's mouth or some other horrid thing Times have changed and we are changing too