Worst Type of Best Possible

I had a lot to drink last night

I had a lot to say

I woke up with a busted lip

And a stream of words dripping down my face

Times are changing

Times are changing, my love

Times are changing

And everybody knows

That we can't get along

This is how it all went wrong

Where you are's not where you're from

But I'm always holding out for peacetime

Holding out for grace

Everyone is leaving

And they won't come back again

No time for a gesture

No need to re-engage

You can move to dreamland

But I'm holding out for change

I never was a lucky one

I never was a saint

But now the devil is creeping out

And he don't care for your give and take

'Cause we can't get along

This is how it all went wrong

Where you are's not where you're from

But I'm always holding out for peacetime

Holding out for grace

Everyone is leaving

And they won't come back again

No time for a gesture

No need to re-engage

You can move to dreamland

But I'm holding out for change

Holding out for peacetime

Holding out for grace

Everyone is leaving

And they won't come back again

No time for a gesture

No need to re-engage

You can move to dreamland

But I'm holding out for change