Times of change nothing can stand alone Times of change nothing to call your own nothing to call your own Can't you see fading dreams of yesterday You were free running from reality Everybody restless, living in a suitcase Everybody shrinking, searching for a new face Children in a dungeon, looking for the sunrise Blind to the eyes of the world I would go where no one asks my name And I would know the face of friend or enemy Listen to the newsman, singing of the progress Easy ways of living, don't listen to the hopless Spoon fed minds full of plastic illusion Sometimes caring when you wake them Times of change nothing can stand alone Times of change nothing to call your own nothing to call your own