When all of your friends,
Say you must make amends,
Before they'll let you dance,
And they threaten to ignore you.
And your best friend, your father,
Looks at you wond'ring,
Who the hell asked for you?
All the plays you used to say just bore you.
All the presents they bring,
The praise they sing,
Oh, makes a whore of you.
Go on, let the hurtin' creep on through.
Don't let it bother you.
Don't let it blow your mind.
It's only a sign of the changin' times.
And when all of the guys,
Who said they'd stand by you,
Lie for you, die for you.
Maybe even shut their eyes,
And cry for you.
And now you see the tears they bring,
Were just bribes for you.
For they'll bring you up,
An' they'll string you up,
Cryin', "Baby blue,
Let the curtain creep on through."
Don't let it bother you.
Don't let it blow your mind.
It's only a sign of the changin' times.
They want you to stay,
The same way you were,
When they first saw you.
They'll ask for love, you go above,
And they'll do you up complainin'
That they're bored with you.
It's only a time,
For a change in your mind,
Leaves me high to what you do.
And when all the hippie things,
That you used to do, only bother you,
Only serve to amuse your laughing eyes.
Try and explain that it's only the pain,
Of a change in your mind.
When all those who warn,
Don't you find lies they categorize,
Cut you down to size?
They say, "Hey, you're hung up."
You know they're just strung up,
In a web of their kind.
And you let it get you uptight.
Don't let it bother you.
Don't let it blow your mind.
It's only a sign, don't be behind.
Only a sign of the changin' times.