Come gather 'round people wherever you roam And admit that the waters around you have grown And accept it that soon you'll be drenched to the bone If your time to you is worth savin' So, you better start swimmin' or you'll sink like a stone For the times they are a-changin' What the fuck! Come writers and critics who prophesize with your pen And keep your eyes wide the chance won't come again And don't speak too soon for the wheel's still in spin And there's no tellin' who that it's namin' For the loser now will be later to win For the times they are a-changin' Come senators, congressmen please heed the call Don't stand in the doorway, don't block up the hall For he that gets hurt will be he who has stalled There's a battle outside and it is ragin' It'll soon shake your windows wnd rattle your walls For the times they are a-changin' Come mothers and fathers throughout the land And don't criticize what you can't understand Your sons and your daughters are beyond your command Your old road is rapidly agin' So get out of the way if you can't lend your hand For the times they are a-changin' Say the times they are a-changin' The line it is drawn, the curse it is cast The slow one now will later be fast As the present now will later be past The order is rapidly fadin' And the first one now will later be last For the times they are a-changin The other times they are a-changin' The other times they are a-changin' For times they are a-changin'

Come gather 'round people Wherever you roam And admit that the waters Around you have grown And accept it that soon You'll be drenched to the bone. If your time to you Is worth savin' Then you better start swimmin' Or you'll sink like a stone For the times they are a-changin'. Come writers and critics Who prophesize with your pen And keep your eyes wide The chance won't come again And don't speak too soon For the wheel's still in spin And there's no tellin' who That it's namin'. For the loser now Will be later to win For the times they are a-changin'. Come senators, congressmen Please heed the call Don't stand in the doorway Don't block up the hall Will be he who has stalled There's a battle outside And it is ragin'. It'll soon shake your windows And rattle your walls For the times they are a-changin'. Come mothers and fathers Throughout the land And don't criticize What you can't understand Your sons and your daughters Are beyond your command Your old road is Rapidly agin'. Please get out of the new one If you can't lend your hand For the times they are a-changin'. The line it is drawn The curse it is cast The slow one now Will later be fast As the present now Will later be past The order is Rapidly fadin'. And the first one now Will later be last For the times they are a-changin'.

Come gather 'round people wherever you roam, And admit that the waters around you have grown, And accept it that soon you'll be drenched to the bone If your time to you is worth savin' Then you better start swimmin' Or you'll sink like a stone For the times they are a-changin' Come writers and critics who prophecise with your pen And keep your eyes wide, The chance won't come again, And don't speak too soon For the wheel's still in spin And there's no tellin' who That it's namin' For the loser now Will be later to win For the times they are a-changin' Come senators, congressmen, Please heed the call Don't stand in the doorway, Don't block the hall, For he that' gets hurt Will be he who has stalled, There's a battle Outside and it's ragin' It'll soon shake your windows And rattle your walls For the times they are a-changin' Come mothers and fathers Throughout the land, And don't criticize What you can't understand Your sons and your daughters Are beyond your command, Your old road is rapidly agin', Please get out of the new one If you can't lend your hand For the times they are a-changin' The line it is drawn, The curse it is cast, The slow one now will Later be fast, As the present now Will later be past The order is rapidly fadin' And the first one now Will later be last For the times they are a-changin'. Yes they're a changin'!

Come gather 'round people Wherever you roam And admit that the waters Above you have grown And accept it that soon You'll be drenched to the bone. If your time to you Is worth savin' Then you better start swimmin' Or you'll sink like a stone For the times they are a-changin', changin'. Come writers and critics Who prophesize with your pen And keep your eyes wide The chance won't come again And don't speak too soon For the wheel's still in spin And there's no tellin' who That will be namin'. For the loser now Will be later to win For the times they are a-changin', changin'. Come senators and congressmen Please heed the call Don't stand in the doorway Don't block up the hall For he that gets hurt Will be he who has stalled There's a battle outside And it is ragin'. For wind'll soon shake your windows And rattle your walls For the times they are a-changin', they are a-changin', Hey Come mothers and fathers Throughout the land And don't criticize What you can't understand For your sons and your daughters Are beyond your command Your old road is Rapidly agin'. Please get out of the new one If you can't lend your hand For the times they are a-changin', they are a-changin', The line it is drawn And the curse it is cast And the slow one now Will later be fast As the present now Will later be past The order is Rapidly fadin'. For the first one now Will later be last For the times they are a-changin', changin'.

Why don't we stop foolin' ourselves? The game is over, over, over No good times, no bad times There's no times at all Just The New York Times Sittin' on the windowsill Near the flowers We might as well be apart It hardly matters, we sleep separately And drop a smile passin' in the hall But there's no laughs left 'Cause we laughed them all And we laughed them all In a very short time Time is tapping on my forehead Hangin' from my mirror Rattlin' the teacups And I wonder- How long can I delay? We're just a habit, like saccharin And I'm habitually feelin' kinda blue But each time I try on the thought of leavin' you I stop I stop and think it over

Blessed are the meek for they shall inherit Blessed is the lamb whose blood flows Blessed are the sat upon, spat upon, ratted on Oh, Lord, why have you forsaken me? I got no place to go I've walked around Soho for the last night or so Ah, but it doesn't matter, no Blessed is the land and the kingdom Blessed is the man whose soul belongs to Blessed are the meth drinkers, pot sellers, illusion dwellers Oh, Lord, why have you forsaken me? My words trickle down From a wound that I have no intention to heal Blessed are the stained glass, window pane glass Blessed is the church service, makes me nervous Blessed are the penny rookers, cheap hookers, groovy lookers Oh, Lord, why have you forsaken me? I, I have tended my own garden much too long

Lena's been burning both ends of her candle She's over her head in complication and scandal But Lena takes her troubles in stride As she runs to the bottle To confess and confide Lena surrenders Lena has taken to flaunting her passions Offers herself in the boldest of fashion But Lena says it's under control As she looks to the bottle To calm and console Lena surrenders Lena Surely you don't believe By hiding in bottles you'll never relieve All the pain love has brought you The fire and the cold Lena Take heart Take heart Lena Surely you don't believe By hiding in bottles you'll never relieve All the pain love has brought you The fire and the cold Lena Take heart Take heart Take heart Take heart Lena! Lena! Take heart Lena! Lena

Old friends, old friends Sat on their park bench like bookends A newspaper blown through the grass Falls on the round toes Of the high shoes of the old friends Old friends, winter companions, the old men Lost in their overcoats, waiting for the sunset The sounds of the city sifting through trees Settle like dust on the shoulders of the old friends Can you imagine us years from today Sharing a park bench quietly? How terribly strange to be 70 Old friends, memory brushes the same years Silently sharing the same fears