Who can ever find a way to live these days? I was born with a belief Wrong time, wrong place When I've always loved the things that have aged with grace Then they tear it down to bits Gone to waste Someone showed me once before An old house on a hill Took me there when I was small In my mind I can see it still All things new have got no soul An old house is gone A new one's been born I went by that day and it was gone Maybe I could learn to live with a cold front A cold face Take my time to learn the ropes Keep up with our modern ways Suit myself up like the rest Talk down, talk race Then I'll learn to care much less f** old Build a new place Someone told me once before If you worked less You could think more You could change the world in time If you'd realize what life is for All things new have got no soul All things new will change Every year's the same Never-ending game All things old are gone Just an old song in the air remains unchanged.