It's a different face
That greets you in the morning
There's an aftertaste
That comes to you as a warning
It's a different voice
A difficult choice was made
It's another hand
But you remember the feeling
There's an alternate plan
That still requires some dealing
It's a strong attack
And suddenly black is gray
Times are never easy
And promises are hard
Still you root for the changing of the guard
There's a common ground
And no one here can deny it
There's a proper noun
But someone has to define it
It's a new belief
A sigh of relief was heard
Times are never easy
And promises are hard
Still you root for the changing of the guard
There's a word or two
That have a similar meaning
There's a point of view
And there's a way that you're leaning
You've a recent past
And nothing can last, they say
Times are never easy
And promises are hard
Still you root for the changing of the guard
It was never easy
And promises are hard
Still you root for the changing of the
Root for the changing of the
Root for the changing of the guard