Who can ever find a way to live these days?   I was born with a belief   Wrong time, wrong place   When I've always loved the things that have aged with grace   Then they tear it down to bits   Gone to waste   Someone showed me once before   An old house on a hill   Took me there when I was small   In my mind I can see it still      All things new have got no soul   An old house is gone   A new one's been born   I went by that day and it was gone      Maybe I could learn to live with a cold front   A cold face   Take my time to learn the ropes   Keep up with our modern ways   Suit myself up like the rest   Talk down, talk race   Then I'll learn to care much less   Fuck old      Build a new place   Someone told me once before   If you worked less   You could think more   You could change the world in time   If you'd realize what life is for      All things new have got no soul   All things new will change   Every year's the same   Never-ending game   All things old are gone   Just an old song in the air remains unchanged.