Changing, Changing
We are wondering, we are wondering
Like the shadows of the sun
Never quite the same at evening
As when morning has begun
Tasting wine from many vineyards
Testing truth from many shores
Looking into funhouse mirrors
Looking out of prison doors
Changing, changing, ever changing
Like the waves upon the sand
Reaching in to find a meaning
Reaching out to touch a hand
We are searching, we are searching
In the tea leaves on a spoon
Placing palms upon a table
Charting phases of the moon
Tearing cobwebs from illusions
Spinning new ones in their place
Finding solace in the chalice
Or forgiveness in a face
Changing, changing, ever changing
Like the waves upon the sand
Reaching in to find a meaning
Reaching out to touch a hand
We are drifting, we are drifting
Through the pathways of the stars
Seeking answers from the rainbows
In refrigerated jars
Staring voiceless at the ceiling
As the jasmine candles burn
Trading gold dust pins for mushrooms
No deposit, no return
Changing, changing, ever changing
Like the waves upon the sand
Reaching in to find a meaning
Reaching out to touch a hand
To touch a hand
To touch a hand
To touch a hand
