This is an old world

You and I
Know some people will never change
Always with the same prejudices and hates

Your mother and
Your father are and always will be the same
I walk along and see
I walk along and see
The same old people in the garden
And the same lonely people living alone on the streets

We're living
In an old old world
We're living
In an old old game

Where we live nothing will change
Maybe some things
Some little things