Changeling

Radio through my car window

Mouths make shapes

Hullos that look like violence

We pull out

And here the traffic waltzes

Slow, quick, go

Move over you say:

Pre-chorus:

How does anybody get to work like this

Can anybody tell me does it work like this?

Chorus:

I remember when the world was a little girl

Every corner turned leading back to her

Flowing like a stream on a rolling stone

Certain there was nothing changing

Heel to toe,

We throw our forward roll and hope

Something somewhere is catching

Spill onto a boulevard

I lose my grip of you

Move with me I say

Pre-chorus:

How does anybody get to work like this

Can anybody tell me does it work like this?

Chorus:

I remember when the world was a little girl

Every corner turned leading back to her

Flowing like a stream round a rolling stone

Dream that I was never changing

Changing

And in every face I should chance to meet

I’m looking for the one that could still ṗlace me

Any corner turned back for her

Dream that we were never changing