Letra de Worst Type of Best Possible

I had a lot to drink last night I had a lot to say I woke up with a busted lip And a stream of words dripping down my face Times are changing Times are changing, my love Times are changing And everybody knows That we can't get along This is how it all went wrong Where you are's not where you're from But I'm always holding out for peacetime Holding out for grace Everyone is leaving And they won't come back again No time for a gesture No need to re-engage You can move to dreamland But I'm holding out for change I never was a lucky one I never was a saint But now the devil is creeping out And he don't care for your give and take 'Cause we can't get along This is how it all went wrong Where you are's not where you're from But I'm always holding out for peacetime Holding out for grace Everyone is leaving And they won't come back again No time for a gesture No need to re-engage You can move to dreamland But I'm holding out for change