Changes

Whoa, whoa, changes

I've been going through some

Everybody does, everybody does

Though they're subtle ones

Whether it's the way we look at life

And all of life's possibilities

Or the way we comb our hair

Or interesting faces

When day becomes night

When night becomes morning

When wrong becomes right

When right becomes a warning

When the good in us becomes better

When the good die young

When we look at all the seasons

To find we challenged none

Whether it's the way we look at mountains

Decorating our horizons

Or the way we search our hearts

To free our minds

Whoa, changes, changes

Oh oh, changes

Look at the universe, look at the cryin'

Look at our children, look at our babies

Look at the flowers

Whoa, everybody does, everybody does

Go through changes, my, my, my

As I search my heart right now, ooh, ooh