the wheels are in place
So set them away
To see them in motion

Will see us replaced
And change will keep us from changing
As we step to the side

And stay stuck in the station
Where we're sure we're all right


Take this moment's more



Would it be the same
If we had the time?
But when is there ever enough

That same old stuff?
and change keeps us from changing
As we step to the side

And is it really our own making?