The wheels are in place
So set them away
To see them in motion
Will see us replaced
And change will keep us from changing
As we step to the side
And stay stuck in the station
Where we're sure we're all right
Take this moment's more
Would it be the same
If we had the time?
But when is there ever enough
That same old stuff?
And change keeps us from changing
As we step to the side
And is it really our own making?
