Moby Grape About Time
The time has come, honey, when things are for money
I know you won't know their name
The world that you live in ain't too far from givin'
The world that I live in is the same
The time will come when what's black will be white
What's in will be out
The words that you told me are about to unfold me
I'm leaving now without any doubt
You'll have to forgive the words in my mouth
You know I'm just the same as you
And the skin that covers my body is the same that covers you
Oh, what's a poor boy to do?
They won't believe me, now they lie and deceive me
Tryin' to tell me what to do
And the time may come, honey, when there'll be no more money
What's a poor boy to do?
Not so long ago I had my future plans
Step by step was planned, you know things were lookin' grand
Now I know there was a few things wrong, I turned around and it's not the same
What does it matter now, tell me who's to blame
It doesn't really matter much to me
Went upon a mountain to see what I could see
There was someone else, they were looking right at me
I don't know who they were or where I might have been
It doesn't really matter now, you know it's not the same
It doesn't really matter who's to blame
