| Dappled in blue like a midnight moon | |
| Over the mountain | |
| And God we would ride down the steepest side | |
| To the beat of a lone drum | |
| Never knew what we got into | |
| Always the running | |
| Now we find that there’s all the signs | |
| Change is a-coming | |
| Now it seems it was history | |
| Thoughts from a past life | |
| Now it seems only memories | |
| Life making fast time | |
| Come on along | |
| And it won’t take long | |
| Those were the last words | |
| Lay in the trees where you’ll always be | |
| Over the pasture | |
| Never knew what we got into | |
| Always the running | |
| Now we find that there’s all the signs | |
| Change is a-coming | |
| Now it seems it was history | |
| Thoughts from a past life | |
| So it seems it was memories | |
| Life making fast time | |
| Now it seems only history | |
| Thoughts from a past life | |
| So it seems it was memories | |
| Life making fast time | |
| Dappled in blue like a midnight moon | |
| Never knew what we got into | |
| (Change is a-coming) | |
| Now it seems only history | |
| Thoughts from a past life | |
| So it seems only memories | |
| Life making fast time |
| Dappled in blue like a midnight moon | |
| Over the mountain | |
| And God we would ride down the steepest side | |
| To the beat of a lone drum | |
| Never knew what we got into | |
| Always the running | |
| Now we find that there' s all the signs | |
| Change is acoming | |
| Now it seems it was history | |
| Thoughts from a past life | |
| Now it seems only memories | |
| Life making fast time | |
| Come on along | |
| And it won' t take long | |
| Those were the last words | |
| Lay in the trees where you' ll always be | |
| Over the pasture | |
| Never knew what we got into | |
| Always the running | |
| Now we find that there' s all the signs | |
| Change is acoming | |
| Now it seems it was history | |
| Thoughts from a past life | |
| So it seems it was memories | |
| Life making fast time | |
| Now it seems only history | |
| Thoughts from a past life | |
| So it seems it was memories | |
| Life making fast time | |
| Dappled in blue like a midnight moon | |
| Never knew what we got into | |
| Change is acoming | |
| Now it seems only history | |
| Thoughts from a past life | |
| So it seems only memories | |
| Life making fast time |
| Dappled in blue like a midnight moon | |
| Over the mountain | |
| And God we would ride down the steepest side | |
| To the beat of a lone drum | |
| Never knew what we got into | |
| Always the running | |
| Now we find that there' s all the signs | |
| Change is acoming | |
| Now it seems it was history | |
| Thoughts from a past life | |
| Now it seems only memories | |
| Life making fast time | |
| Come on along | |
| And it won' t take long | |
| Those were the last words | |
| Lay in the trees where you' ll always be | |
| Over the pasture | |
| Never knew what we got into | |
| Always the running | |
| Now we find that there' s all the signs | |
| Change is acoming | |
| Now it seems it was history | |
| Thoughts from a past life | |
| So it seems it was memories | |
| Life making fast time | |
| Now it seems only history | |
| Thoughts from a past life | |
| So it seems it was memories | |
| Life making fast time | |
| Dappled in blue like a midnight moon | |
| Never knew what we got into | |
| Change is acoming | |
| Now it seems only history | |
| Thoughts from a past life | |
| So it seems only memories | |
| Life making fast time |