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