this worn out sweater is slightly torn   like the mouth of that old woman waiting for that phone   and I hear a little laughter from my own   cause I see so many sweaters that refuse to be sewn   mmmm      well I finally threw my valentine away   it was crumpled and faded   and as I kept it I had always thought the world would be that way   until I opened up the drawer and it had changed      and it called to mind how I’d always felt like I’m   just living in this life for a while   and how you get so far beneath yourself   it’s hard to see the journey with a smile      but I believe I can change the world just give me time   I believe I can change the world just give me time   I believe, I believe I can change the world   I believe I can change the world just give me time   just give me time      well I tried to start that journal once or twice   but I always end up writing notes on day-to-day life   and like all of us I’m just trying to hang on   in the middle of the carousel it’s much more calm   mmmm      and it called to mind how I’d always felt like I’m   the last one to hear of things   I’m in the back of the room watching all of you   I go unnoticed but I notice everything      but I believe I can change the world just give me time   I believe I can change the world just give me time   I believe, I believe I can change the world   I believe I can change the world   just give me time   just give me time   just give me time   just give time   yeah