Changes - The Mountains

I’m gonna get you back in the races

Let’s wipe the blood of our faces

And change the mess that we’re in

The people we’ve been

Or the end of everything will happen over again

The sword or the pen?

It’s these tricky little concepts that are hard to comprehend

When I’m confused and I am late

And I don’t whom I hate

While I’m screwing up my lines at the republican debate

And I am… so afraid what they will say

About the way I rearranged

All the words we used to scream about changes

I wouldn’t want to do it alone

I always get afraid when my name is called

So I’m gonna get you back in the races

Let’s wipe the blood of our faces

And change the mess that we’re in

Or it’s gonna happen over again

And again and again and again

Until we simply reach a dead end

So I’d like to keep you in and I would love to see you loved

But the nicotine chewing gum effect is wearing off

And I’m like;

oh no, excuses coming, oh no, I’m not ready

Oh no, my lungs are full and still I dream of screaming of changes

I wouldn’t want to do it alone

I always get afraid when my name is called

So I’m gonna get you back in the races

Let’s wipe the blood of our faces

And change the mess that we’re in

And if the smallest things

Can make the people sing

We’re gonna take measure

And dig up the treasure

We’re gonna get better

We’re gonna write letters

While dreaming of changes

I wouldn’t want to do it alone

I always get afraid when my name is called

So I’m gonna get you back in the races

Let’s wipe the blood of our faces

And change the mess that we’re in