Yes, the wind blows a little bit colder, and we're all getting older, and the clouds are moving on with every autumn breeze. Peter Pupkin just became fertilizer, and my leaf's a little sadder and wiser. That's why I rely on certain certainty. Yes, some things never change, like the feel of your hand in mine. Some things stay the same, like how we get along just fine, like an awesome wall that will never fall. Some things are always true. Some things never change, like how I'm holding on tight to you. If the winds are restless, could that be why I'm hearing this call? Is something coming? I'm not sure I want things to change at all. These things are precious, can't let them slip away. I can't freeze this moment, but I can still go on with these things, yeah. Some things never change, turn around in the time that's gone. Some things stay the same, though the future remains unknown. May our good luck rest, may our past be past, time's moving fast, it's true. Some things never change, and I'm holding on tight to you. Holding on tight to you, and I'm holding on tight to you. Holding on tight to you, and I'm holding on tight to you.