The Changes

The scene is set, everybody's in place -
Two chairs filled for every five gone to waste
The pantsuit girl gave me a nasty gaze
Said, "Play that on your own time."

I walk to the bandstand, blowin' my horn
Nobody knows what we're really here for
Let's take it out hard 'til they show us the door
It's us against them tonight

Play the changes
Make the changes
Hear the changes
Take it out hard 'til they show us the door

A girl with a nose ring said to me
She said, "Where's the joy in your delivery?"
I said, "Maybe there's not supposed to be
Any real joy at all."

She sat there with that plaster smile
As we sit jiving, but in a little while
Holding her hair, she joined the single file
And walked on down the hall

Play the changes
Make the changes
Hear the changes
Us against them, them tonight

The owner says he thinks we need some work
"Got a place for you, we got some roadwork -
Laying asphalt on the interstate."
Nobody cares, and why should they?

A white girl in a dashiki says, "You're all the rage
My friends and I think you're quite the sage."
Wear a kofu and a finger gauge
To see which way the wind blows today

Play the changes
Make the changes
Hear the changes
To see which way the wind blows today

Old friend Dave with the silver spoon
Says, "Why don't you play those good old tunes?
Give it up now, you could fill the room."
I say, "There's nothing like a good 'Trane tune."

Changes
These things called changes
Where do we go, go from here?