Who

Who can fake the sunlight and change their own skin?

Who can blame the creatures that make it so

As far as I can say it's in the makeup

We were made to play in every way

Who can change direction and face the music?

Who can change the weather or at least it's course?

Bet your bottom there will come a cost

Piper's in the wings and she's the boss

Who calls so late at night?

Woke Granny now she's uptight

Don't rock the boat so rough

You know these wings are made from the waxy stuff

What becomes of those that go against the sunlight?

What opposes those that go against the grain?

Certainly the mirror that comes between us

Won't hide the fact that things have changed

(things have changed)