End Song
I don’t want to change the world. / It’s hard enough just to keep up with myself. / Every night goes by, seems I wake up to find / that I’m someone else. / We keep marching bravely down / the forward leading still receding track. / We’ve followed it since birth but the turning of the earth / always brings
us back. / We reach our hands out to the sun. / The light goes slipping through into the universe beyond. / But we still stand there holding on to something that’s already gone. / Tiny pieces drift away from our bodies like a constant snow. / We can’t stay the same but there’s beauty in the change / if we just let go. / This will all someday pass. / There is nothing you can hold onto, the world keeps turning.