this worn out sweater is slightly torn
like the mouth of that old woman waiting for that phone
and I hear a little laughter from my own

cause I see so many sweaters that refuse to be sewn
mmmm


well I finally threw my valentine away
it was crumpled and faded
and as I kept it I had always thought the world would be that way

until I opened up the drawer and it had changed

and it called to mind how I'd always felt like I'm

just living in this life for a while
and how you get so far beneath yourself
it's hard to see the journey with a smile


but I believe I can change the world just give me time
I believe I can change the world just give me time

I believe, I believe I can change the world
I believe I can change the world just give me time
just give me time


well I tried to start that journal once or twice
but I always end up writing notes on day-to-day life

and like all of us I'm just trying to hang on
in the middle of the carousel it's much more calm
mmmm


and it called to mind how I'd always felt like I'm
the last one to hear of things

I'm in the back of the room watching all of you
I go unnoticed but I notice everything


but I believe I can change the world just give me time
I believe I can change the world just give me time
I believe, I believe I can change the world

I believe I can change the world
just give me time
just give me time

just give me time
just give time
yeah