Michael Friedman, Kristen Sieh , Adam Chanler-Berat, Original Cast of Fortress of Solitude - The Time Keeps Changing lyrics
[Michael Friedman, Kristen Sieh , Adam Chanler-Berat, Original Cast of Fortress of Solitude - The Time Keeps Changing lyrics]
This little world can seem so big
Without anyone to love
My mother always says that a Brooklyn kid
Won't grow up with the hangups that she did
My mother always says
If we learn from the street
I can learn from the kids I meet
To love or this little world
Can make you feel trapped
Inside a ball of glass with no God above
And there's no escape
Here in Brooklyn people aren't uptight
And I won't grow up only
Having friends who are white she says
That's how I see it, that's how it is
She says
That's how I see it, that's how it is
Oh, I don't know what that means
But she said she'd rather die than
Have me grow up in Queens
Now I'm trying to find the beat
I'm trying to find the beat
I'm trying to find the beat
But the time keeps changing
The time keeps changing on me
My mother always says knock on every door
And if it's hard at first
Just go and knock some more
'Cause all the changes
That the world has known
Never happen if you act alone
Singing on your own then she lets me
Put on a song and sometimes we just sit
There and sing along
California dreamin' california
My mother always says that the block will be
The beginning of a new society
She says that I'm gonna go to public school
So I don't become a privileged fool
She says that's a rule
At first it will be hard but soon
It'll be fulfilling
The times they are a-changing
That's why she named me Dylan
I know there's an answer
You can make it if you try
She says if I listen I can learn to fly
So I'm trying to find the beat
I'm trying to find the beat
I'm trying to find the beat
But the time keeps changing
The time keeps changing
That's how I see it, that's what I know
Sometimes you get the urge for going
Oh babe I hate to go
And if the dreams that we
Shared don't go as planned
Then you'll find someone to share them
I hope you'll understand
My mother always says that a Brooklyn kid
Won't grow up with the hangups that she did
And Dad paints upstairs
I eat breakfast alone she named me Dylan
And I'm a rolling stone
And till she comes home
I'm trying to find the beat
I'm trying to find the beat
I'm going to find the beat somehow
Without anyone to love
My mother always says that a Brooklyn kid
Won't grow up with the hangups that she did
My mother always says
If we learn from the street
I can learn from the kids I meet
To love or this little world
Can make you feel trapped
Inside a ball of glass with no God above
And there's no escape
Here in Brooklyn people aren't uptight
And I won't grow up only
Having friends who are white she says
That's how I see it, that's how it is
She says
That's how I see it, that's how it is
Oh, I don't know what that means
But she said she'd rather die than
Have me grow up in Queens
Now I'm trying to find the beat
I'm trying to find the beat
I'm trying to find the beat
But the time keeps changing
The time keeps changing on me
My mother always says knock on every door
And if it's hard at first
Just go and knock some more
'Cause all the changes
That the world has known
Never happen if you act alone
Singing on your own then she lets me
Put on a song and sometimes we just sit
There and sing along
California dreamin' california
My mother always says that the block will be
The beginning of a new society
She says that I'm gonna go to public school
So I don't become a privileged fool
She says that's a rule
At first it will be hard but soon
It'll be fulfilling
The times they are a-changing
That's why she named me Dylan
I know there's an answer
You can make it if you try
She says if I listen I can learn to fly
So I'm trying to find the beat
I'm trying to find the beat
I'm trying to find the beat
But the time keeps changing
The time keeps changing
That's how I see it, that's what I know
Sometimes you get the urge for going
Oh babe I hate to go
And if the dreams that we
Shared don't go as planned
Then you'll find someone to share them
I hope you'll understand
My mother always says that a Brooklyn kid
Won't grow up with the hangups that she did
And Dad paints upstairs
I eat breakfast alone she named me Dylan
And I'm a rolling stone
And till she comes home
I'm trying to find the beat
I'm trying to find the beat
I'm going to find the beat somehow