In the weak glow of the street lamps' light Where the shadows whisper of the night
I roam these roads of the lonesome street Gathering pieces of yesterday
Oh, but the times, they are changing fast And the first truths found seldom last
I'm just a poet, a rebel song Chasing the ride in a world that's wrong
Like a harmonica, so full blown Underneath the stars that I call
I sing of a love that's lost its way In the tangled words that people lay
Oh, but the times, they are changing fast And the first truths found seldom last
I'm just a poet, a rebel song Chasing the ride in a world that's wrong
Through the dust of worn out pages I've seen The ages come and go
Oh, but the times, they are changing fast And the first truths found seldom last
I'm just a poet, a rebel song Chasing the ride in a world that's wrong
Through the dust of worn out pages I've seen The ages come and go
The wisdom of sages lost in the throes But still the river of time freely flows
Now I stand before the fading light Questioning wrong, questioning right
But in my heart a steadfast dream To find the place where I can redeem
Oh, but the times, they are improving