Everything changes when you think about it

There’s not much you can do about it

But another broken Irish sat on a park bench

Feels his life like a gut wrench

Like it’s passing him by


So I feel like change

I feel like walking out and standing in the rain

I feel like change, feel like change


Everything changes as you stare at it

We’ve all learned to live with it

But another bag-lady, beggar man, thief

Another low-flyer came to grief

Can barely stand


So I feel like change

I feel like walking out and standing in the rain

I feel like change, feel like change


I never wanted to write this song

It won’t help what’s going on

When we look at what’s going on

Two rights could make a wrong

This is such a pointless fight 

Two songs won’t make it right

Three songs won’t make it right

Maybe a hundred songs might make it right