Changes

Words & Music:

David Bowie

 

C                           Em

Still don't know what I was waiting for.

       F                G               F

And my time was running wild, a million dead-end streets and

C                        Em                         F                G7

Every time I thought I'd got it made, it seemed the taste was not so sweet.

      C        Dm7     Em7         Dm7                     G7

So, I turned myself to face me but I'd have never caught a glimpse

           C           Dm7     Em7                 Dm7               G7   F

Of how the others must see the faker; I'm much too fast to take that test.

 

F               C              Em       Am              C

Ch-ch-ch-ch-changes.  Turn and face the strange.  Ch-ch-changes.

F     Am           D

Don't want to be a richer man.

G7              F              C        Em        Am      C

Ch-ch-ch-ch-changes.  Turn and face the strange.  Ch-ch-changes.

F    Am                  D

Just gonna have to be a different man.

Am   G   Bb     F       Am   G     Dm7   C

Time may change me, but I--- can't trace time.

 

I watch the ripples change their size

But never leave the stream of warm impermanence and

So the days flow through my eyes, but still the days seem the same.

And these children that you spit on as they try to change their worlds

Are immune to your consultations.

They're quite aware of what they're going through.

 

Ch-ch-ch-ch-changes.  Turn and face the strange.  Ch-ch-changes.

Don't tell them to grow up and out of it.

Ch-ch-ch-ch-changes.  Turn and face the strange.  Ch-ch-changes.

Where's your shame, you've left us up to our necks in it.

Time may change me, but you can't trace time.

 

BRIDGE:

F                                C  Csus4  C

Strange fascination fascinating me.

F                          G7             F

Ah, changes are taking the pace I'm going through.

 

Ch-ch-ch-ch-changes.  Turn and face the strange.  Ch-ch-changes.

Oh, look out, you rock and rollers

Ch-ch-ch-ch-changes.  Turn and face the strange.  Ch-ch-changes.

Pretty soon now, you're gonna get older

Time may change me, but I can't trace time

I said that time may change me, but I can't trace time.

 





Back to the Songbook Index.

This page's content is copyrighted ©1977-2008 by Kristin C. Hall. Please drop me a line (via "dink (at) media (dot) mit (dot) edu") if you wish to use it or link to it or correct it! Please send comments, suggestions, fixes and general mischievious mayhem to the web diva via the above email address. (sorry, spambots have forced me to remove my automatic mail link.) Many thanks...and enjoy!

Note to lawyers and any other litigious-minded folk:
I am not trying to screw anyone out of royalties, etc. I have posted these only as a helpful resources for teachers, camp counselors and people who like to "sing along with Mitch", if you will. If you do not want your work posted to these pages, please just email me (via "dink (at) media (dot) mit (dot) edu") and I shall remove it.