| When all of your friends say you must make amends |
| Before they’ll let you dance |
| And they threaten to ignore you |
| And your best friend, your father |
| Looks at you, wondering |
| Who the hell asked for you |
| All the plays you used to say |
| Just bore you |
| All the presents they bring, the praise they sing |
| Only makes a whore of you |
| Go on, let the hurting creep on through |
| Don’t let it bother you |
| Don’t let it blow your mind |
| It’s only a sign of the changing times |
| And when all of the guys who said they’d stand by you |
| Lie for you. Die for you |
| Maybe even shut their eyes and cry for you |
| And now you see that the tears they bring |
| Were just bribes for you |
| For they’ll bring you up, and they’ll string you up |
| Crying «Baby Blue» |
| Let the hurting creep on through |
| Don’t let it bother you |
| Don’t let it blow your mind |
| It’s only a sign of the changing times |
| They want you to stay the same way you were |
| When they first saw you |
| They’ll ask for love. You go above, and they’ll do you up |
| Complaining that they’re bored with you |
| It’s only a time for a change in your mind |
| Leave behind what you do |
| And when all the hippy things you used to do only bother you |
| Only serve to amuse your laughing eyes |
| Try and explain that it’s only the pain |
| Of a change in your mind |
| When all those who warned — don’t you finalize |
| They categorize, cut you down to size |
| They say — hey, you’re hung up |
| You know they’re just strung up |
| In a web of their kind |
| And you let it get you up tight |
| Don’t let it bother you |
| Don’t let it blow your mind |
| It’s only a sign of the changing times |