i ve got to change my ways too many times you just string me along pass by your window and what s in it for me just some notes on your palm to read whose side are you on anyway you got to get back to the water i know my lines in the sand washed away i ve got to i ve got to change my ways they threw the whole mess into the ocean while filling out forms fulfilled some fictional chores now i i ve got to change my ways a cheaper suit or a handful of days blessed all the blank walls as they fall was it some rule you said you could bend or some corners to cut again whose side are you on anyway you got to get back to the water i know my lines in the sand washed away i ve got to i ve got to change my ways ive got to change my ways oh