Looking through my window shade, stare at streets that bare no name
now it all looks strange to me, yesterday seems like a dream
but i often try too hard, to break the routine of my day
turn around see what i see, can't help wishing it could
chorus: change, change again
unchain myself - i will
see the faces in the crowd, busy streets they move around
underground seems such a drag, waiting still and then we change
(rpt. chorus twice)
ad lib - the more i see, the more it hurts, the more we change it all seems worse
m8 - tomorrow, till tomrrow comes
as it drags me there i feel, a sense of urgency unveil
what's in store for us today, read the papers drift away
(chorus)
change, we change again
we change again
unchain myself - i will
ad libs - oh how i hate to feel this way
the more i wait to see it change
the more i see the more it hurts
the more we change it all seems worse
change