I saw an old man down on Main Street the crowds were passing him by
He sats his old suitcase down and brushed the tear from his eye
He shook his hand at the world full of strangers as far as I could see
Then he looked around at his old hometown and he turned any sence to me
Changin' times changin' times the wheels of life go spinnin' around
Oranges lemons and lines
They're sellin' all the good things in life for pennies nickels and dimes
How we gonna find out we wind out we all need these changin' times
Ah I can almost see no friends a Shorty a Sally a Pete
Mhm I can almost hear their voices echoin' down the street
I better get goin' now I know it's wrong now livin' in yesterday
Bye Shorty bye Sally so long Pete I better be on my way
Changin' times changin' times...
