Read it in the papers

Read it in the books

Find it in the mail-box

between the lines and hooks

The games we play

And hope to win

Things change

Step into the hallway

Step out into the street

Hang out at those places

Were all the people meet

The avant-garde

And right from the start

Things change

I used to be a Marylin

Like so many others

The saddest clown you've ever seen

On yout television screen

That was style

But now it seems sort of senile



Miles away from here

Miles away from you and me

Ideas are running wild and free

the wind chases them up and down

never lets them touch the ground

They pretend to sleep and let it be

But when they wake up

And put on a make-up

They set up a new rule

The same old scheme

The same old dream

That things change



I used to be a king of need

Like so many others

I used to sell my heart and soul

Once in a while

And that was style



Just now some miles away from here

The wind chases me up and down

never lets me touch the ground

I pretend to sleep and let it be

But when I wake up

I put on a make-up

And set up a new rule

That's how things change