What you see on one day,
May
never again be that way.
Today
you may feel sorrow,
Who
knows about tomorrow?
There
still is some religion,
But
thoughts are always switching.
(c:) What
was it like before?
Will
it be that way some more?
Is
anything the same?
No!
There's always definite change.
I had a summer then
I
hoped that it would never end.
But
I knew that soon enough it would
Nothing
ever behaves like it should.
And
although I didn't do anything wrong,
It wouldn't stay
-- it's now all gone.
(c
:)
I hate to burst your bubble,
But
cities turn to rubble,
People
turn to dust,
Even
the best of us.
Better
try to enjoy it now,
And
try to survive the future somehow.
But
what you've got to be ready for
Is
everything and then even some more,
Because
Father Time is surprisingly strong,
And
it really doesn't take him long
To
change.
(c
:)
