Read it in the papers Read it in the books Find it in the mail-box between the lines and hooks The games we play And hope to win Things change Step into the hallway Step out into the street Hang out at those places Were all the people meet The avant-garde And right from the start Things change I used to be a Marylin Like so many others The saddest clown you've ever seen On yout television screen That was style But now it seems sort of senile Miles away from here Miles away from you and me Ideas are running wild and free the wind chases them up and down never lets them touch the ground They pretend to sleep and let it be But when they wake up And put on a make-up They set up a new rule The same old scheme The same old dream That things change I used to be a king of need Like so many others I used to sell my heart and soul Once in a while And that was style Just now some miles away from here The wind chases me up and down never lets me touch the ground I pretend to sleep and let it be But when I wake up I put on a make-up And set up a new rule That's how things change