Change

And the days go by like a strand in the wind, in the web that is my own I begin again. Said to my friend, baby nothin' else mattered. He was no more than a baby then, well he seemed broken hearted, something within him. But the moment that I first laid eyes on him all alone on the edge of seventeen. I went today, maybe I will go again tomorrow. And the music there it was hauntingly familiar, and I see you doing what I try to do for me. With the words from a poet and the voice from a choir, and a melody; nothing else mattered. The clouds never expect it, when it rains. But the sea changes colours, but the sea does not change. And so with the slow, graceful flow of age, I went forth with an age old. Desire to please on the edge of seventeen. Well then suddenly there was no one left standing in the hall. In a flood of tears that no one really ever heard fall at all, oh I went searchin' for an answer. Up the stairs and down the hall not to find an answer, just to hear the call of a nightbird singing. Come away, come away. Well I hear you in the morning, and I hear you at nightfall. Sometime to be near you is to be unable to hear you. My love, I'm a few years older than you.