The Time Keeps Changing

This little world

Can seem so big without anyone to love

My mother always says

To love

That a Brooklyn kid

Won't grow up with the hangups that she did

Oh, this little world

My mother always says

Can make you feel trapped

If we learn from the street

Inside a ball of glass

I can learn from the kids I meet

With no God above

And not be beat

And there's no escape

Here in Brooklyn people aren't uptight

And I won't grow up only having friends who are white

She says, "That's how I see it, that's how it is"

She says, "That's how I see it, that's how it is"

Oh, I don't know what that means

But she said she'd rather die than have me grow up in Queens

Now I'm trying to find the beat

I'm trying to find the beat

I'm trying to find the beat

But the time keeps changing

The time keeps changing on me

My mother always says, "Knock on every door

And if it's hard at first, just go and knock some more

'Cause all the changes that the world has known

Never happen if you act alone

Singing on your own"

Then she lets me put on a song

And sometimes we just sit there and sing along

California dreaming

California

My mother always says that the block will be

The beginning of a new society

She says that I'm gonna go to public school

So I don't become a privileged fool

She says, "That's a rule

At first it will be hard, but soon it'll be fulfilling"

The times they are a-changing

That's why she named me Dillon

I know there's an answer

You can make it if you try

She says if I listen, I can learn to fly

So I'm trying to find the beat

I'm trying to find the beat

I'm trying to find the beat

But the time keeps changing

The time keeps changing

That's how I see it, that's what I know

Sometimes you get the urge for going

Oh, babe, I hate to go

And if the dreams that we share don't go as planned

Then you'll find someone to share them

I hope you'll understand

My mother always says that a Brooklyn kid

Won't grow up with the hangups that she did

And dad paints upstairs, I eat breakfast alone

And she named me Dillon, and I'm a rolling stone

Until she comes home

I'm trying to find the beat

I'm trying to find the beat

I'm going to find the beat

Somehow