Well, I guess that this is now the end Who'd have thought My old friend We signed the papers and we capped the pen But I remember you from way back when 'good evening, ladies and gentlemen Welcome david-what's-his-name-again' Things change - The old cliche If we knew now what we knew yesterday Oh, we couldn't give it away.
I was working at a record store I knew you, You knew the score Some kind of deal is what we're looking for Time came, and disappeared No one steered and It got weirder Help was needed, no one volunteered.
Things change, You got to wait a bit What made me think that I could weather it? You're down before you even notice You've been hit
And through it all I wondered where the bus Was taking you Who knew? And even though my one and one was always Making two I never thought that I was breaking you.
We were victims of the old taboo But people change We changed too Just make it count before they get to you.
Things change - Baby, hold the phone! - They'll shoot you down like you was al capone Oh, you better go it alone.
Well, I guess that this is now the end The paper's signed - Forget the pen Wonder if we'll ever meet again?