You Don't Have to Change (But You Have to Choose)

My wandering friend, he might not be the one
My dark-eyed friend, he might turn out
another of life’s troubled, troubling sons
But you don’t have to cut your hair
And you don’t have to change the clothes you wear
And you don’t have to change
So even if your future grows
in tiny hands and tiny toes
it’s only half the one you chose
And through the telescope of time
where every strange look is a sign
doesn’t mean they’ll judge you either way
He might still be the one you choose
And you don’t have to cut your hair
And you don’t have to change the clothes you wear
And you don’t have to change
You don’t have to change, you don’t have to change
You don’t have to change (but you have to choose)