So Many Changes

Do you think that it’s wise

To be cursing the cloudy skies

Don’t come to me with your cries

When the sun’s shining in your eyes

Just zip your coat to the cold

And look again for that hand to hold

I’m sure you must have been told

There’s more than one way of growing old

And there are so many people

Who are caught in a bind

So many people are captives of time

So many changes are waiting in line

Do you think that it’s wise

To be cursing the cloudy skies

Don’t come to me with your cries

When the sun’s shining in your eyes