I still don't know what I was waiting for <br />And my time was running wild <br />A million dead-end streets <br />Every time I thought I'd got it made <br />It seemed the taste <br />was not so sweet <br />So I turned myself to face me <br />But I've never caught a glimpse <br />Of how the others must see the faker <br />I'm much too fast to take that test <br /> <br />Changes <br />(Turn and face the stranger) <br />Changes <br />Don't want to be a richer man <br />Changes <br />(Turn and face the stranger) <br />Changes <br />Just gonna have to be a different man <br />Time may change me <br />But I can't trace time <br /> <br />I watch the ripples change their size <br />But never leave the stream <br />Of warm impermanence and <br />So the days float through my eyes <br />But still the days seem the same <br />And these children that you spit on <br />As they try to change their worlds <br />Are immune to your consultations <br />They're quite aware <br />of what they're going through <br /> <br />Changes <br />(Turn and face the stranger) <br />Changes <br />Don't tell them to grow up and out of it <br />Changes <br />(Turn and face the stranger) <br />Changes <br />Where's your shame <br />You've left us up to our necks in it <br />Time may change me <br />But you can't trace time <br /> <br />Strange fascination, fascinating me <br />Changes are taking the pace <br />I'm going through <br /> <br />Changes <br />(Turn and face the stranger) <br />Changes <br />Oh, look out you rock 'n rollers <br />Changes <br />(Turn and face the stranger) <br />Changes <br />Pretty soon you're gonna get <br />a little older <br />Time may change me <br />But I can't trace time <br />I said that time may change me <br />But I can't trace time <br /> <br /> <br />*Changes* By: David Bowie<br /><br />Gulliver Gimble<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/david-bowie-s-changes/
