The old me
The way that we used to be
Looking at the moon
A difficult view
Was so far away
The old me
Didn't believe in the Galaxy
But then it appeared
So stunning to me
A silver galaxy
Oh, it must have hurt
It must have been so hard to run
Chasing after it
Following the bright light
I can recall, the summer day air
The frigid winter cold
The sound of gray streets, oh
Taking a deep breath, knocking on your door again
We gon' change
We gon' change
We gon' change
We gon' change
We gon' change