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
Fuck 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.