A
time a changing
We
stand on the road
We
listen to the noises
Passing
us without seeing
We
see the men in blue
Riding
on motorbikes
They
cruise ahead
Without
seeing at all
We
stand on the road
They
don't stop traffic
We
are on our own
Oh
a time a changing!
The
traffic never stop
Every
driver in a hurry
Rain
or shine it makes no different
A
time a changing
The
sea of faces walking by
Every
one knows the drill
A
time a changing
Each
on his own
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