I know change is a bad thing,

breaks me down into a sorry sad thing,


not some iridescent grateful butterfly


i'll resist with defiance

Not the power of a mystic silence


i will fight the dizzy spiral of goodbye


and it's alright, it's alright, it's alright

it's alright, it's alright, it's alright





Please don't say you don't love me

Never dangle any sword above me


with the kind of change that severs me in two


give me amber rising glasses

can you slow it down like molasses


as i salvage my old self away from you


and it's alright, it's alright, it's alright

it's alright, it's alright, it's alright


it's alright, it's alright, it's alright




because i have seen insane things


all those grand historic paintings


morning light on polished swords and burnished pride

ancient smiles encased in whalebone


spines of steel from head to tailbone


cannons poised to blast the turning of the tide




it's a sad and a strange thing


but it's time and i am changing

into something good or bad, well that's your guess


i'm my own sovereign nation


dedicated to a transformation

marching on with this target on my chest


oh yes, it's alright, it's alright, it's alright


it's alright, it's alright, it's alright

it's alright, it's alright, it's alright


it's alright, it's alright, it's alright


it's alright, it's alright, it's alright

it's alright, it's alright, it's alright