Out on the water I'll see you again Sail any farther I'm at your command In my jealous man's world these are maritime blues I walk the end of time for the end of time truths Someday I'll be an old man (Someday) Someday I'll see the Earth's hand show me the gate That they talk all about on Sundays (On Sundays) Someday I'll be an old man in a world that I don't understand I think I'm already there Times are changing and I don't know what to do Times are changing and I don't know what to do Times are changing and I don't know what to do (It won't be long) Where do I fit? Times are changing and I don't know what to do ( Where do I belong? (It won't be long) When will I ever fit? (Why can't I fit?) (I will never belong) How could one complain? Life is getting better all the time So many places to shop and shiny items to buy