Changes

Two brothers on the phone, both on the road to their folk’s home
They are meeting there to rest their mother’s bones
Later in the day, one brother turns the other’s way
He says: «meet back here when the old man goes» (he'll go!)
Changes are only hard in those lonelier
Times that we fear the most (hey!)
Out where the light is not, you won’t find color
But find where the need is most (hey!)
Two brothers back at home, their father fading on his own
They do what they can to make him comfortable (I'm not uncomfortable!)
One brother by his side, dad says your brother’s not so bright
We bet fifty on if I would last the night (you're always the good one!)
Changes are only hard in those lonelier
Times that we fear the most (hey!)
Out where the light is not, you won’t find color
But find where the need is most (hey!)
I don’t want to know (oh-oh-oh-oh, hey!)
Where it’s gonna go (oh-oh-oh-oh, hey!)
No, I don’t want to be on the other side of
Waiting for the dark (oh-oh-oh-oh, hey!)
We aren’t home anymore (we aren’t home anymore)
But we are never alone (we are never alone)
Cold wind blowing while we’re on our phones
Talking where does our time go? (where does it go?)
Changes are only hard in those lonelier
Times that we fear the most (lonelier times)
Out where the light is not, you won’t find color
But find where the need is most
I don’t want to know (oh-oh-oh-oh, hey!)
Where it’s gonna go (oh-oh-oh-oh, hey!)
No I don’t want to be on the other side of
Waiting for the dark (oh-oh-oh-oh, hey!)
(Oh-oh-oh-oh, hey!)
(Oh-oh-oh-oh, hey!)
(Oh-oh-oh-oh, hey!)
(Oh-oh-oh-oh, hey!)