Is it true what the people say, about the way things are going today?
That the young generation is bad, that the purity has all been had.
That the poets don't know how to rhyme, that the children are ahead of their time.
That the speakers don't know what to say, that the seekers have all lost their way.
Don't believe it, don't believe it, don't believe it, don't believe it.
There's a change on the way.
If the mothers and the fathers cry, when they hear their sons and daughters lie.
If the books of a nation burn, in the fires of a nation that won't learn.
If you think you've already been told, that you'll never live to grow old.
If you play their game but never win, and you feel like you've got to give in.
Don't believe it, don't believe it, don't believe it, don't believe it.
There's a change on the way.
If the ears of the people hear, the sound of feet that are marching near.
If the eyes of the people see, that the sound comes from you and from me.
If the shouts of the young men ring, and the voices of the young girls sing.
If the hearts of the children cry, to take control of the world or die.
Then you believe it.
Yes, still believe it.
Oh, my friends, believe it.
There's a change on the way.
On the way.
On the way.