Forty years… oh how the time does fly.
For No Reason
He wants to write words down On pieces of paper Recording them now And recalling them later. It remains a mystery The pages of history Outlasted the passing Of things that were dear to me. Those wonderful children With bright shining faces They waltzed in the halls And they marched in their places The darlings of dancing, And spinning, and reeling. Look into their eyes To see what they're feeling. It's almost too much for him Bearing the cross he's carrying. It's almost too much for him Wearing the face he's wearing. Why don't you change your style ? Why don't you change your style ? Why don't you change your style ? He wants to find men Who can love for no reason, Who open their hearts To life of all seasons But they've all gone, it seems Off in their limousines— I want to live where men Can believe their dreams. It's almost too much for him Bearing this cross i'm carrying. It's almost too much for him Wearing this face i'm wearing. Why don't you change your style ? Think i'll change my style. Why don't you change your style ? Think i'll change my style. Why don't you change your style ? Change Why don't you change your style ? Change... Copyright Joe McDonald, 1969
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