Changes - Neil Young
Sit by my side come as close as the air
Share in a memory of gray
And wander in my words
Dream about the pictures that I play of changes
Green leaves of summer turn red in the fall
To brown and to yellow they fade
And then they have to die
Trapped within' the circle time parade of changes
Scenes of my young years
Were warm in my mind
Visions of shadows that shine
One day I returned and found they were
Victims of the vines of changes
The world's spinning madly
It drifts in the dark
It swings through a hollow of haze
A race around the stars
A journey through the universe ablaze with changes
Moments of magic will glow in the night
Fears of the forest are all gone
But when the morning breaks
They're swept away
By golden drops of dawn of changes
Passions will part to a strange melody
As fires will sometimes burn cold
Like petals in the wind
We're puppets to the silver strings
Of souls of changes
Your tears will be trembling
Now we're somewhere else
One last cup of wine we will pour
And I'll kiss you one more time
And leave you
On the rolling river shores of changes
