Change

I guess it's really true, it sinks in over time
It's not just some idea that the Buddha had in mind
Remember as one sunny day a sweet cabdriver said
You never really know, so let's take a guess instead
We strike a deal
We pitch a tent
But change won't ask
For our consent
We barter and
We make a trade

As change jumps in
The bed we made
Another day, another choice
A consequence of a tone of voice
The slightest shift, the biggest splash
A mood can lift, a whip can lash
A whip can lash
Oh, a whip can lash
We strike a deal
We pitch a tent

But change won't ask
For our consent
The best laid plans
One soon amends
Change will not
Allow you just to pretend
Won't let you pretend
Won't let you pretend
So if it's really true, how does one spend the time?
To let the truth shine through, or to hide between the lines

Get on the horse, grab the reins
Go for a ride on rough terrain
Make a deal, pay your rent
Confront a difficult parent
A change of plans pays dividends
Learn to let go, make change a friend
Make a change a friend
Let's make change a friend
Let's make change a friend