All your old heroes are calling a bluff.
Now you're out making messes in the name of love.
All your old newspapers collecting dust,
there's nothing in them you ain't read about anyway.
Giving a nickel and stealing a dime,
drinking champagne when you thinking it's wine.
There's more to all this than just touches and time
and even your heroes are learning it everyday.

      The time has come to change the tune.
      You think it's morning but it's late afternoon.
      All your old habits will be given up too soon.
      The time has come to change the tune.

You say you've seen it before in the eyes of the brave:
a later tomorrow and an earlier grave.
It's one thing to borrow, another to save.
Just when will you follw and just when will you stay.
Going down highways not lit so well.
Now they're making it something that's easy to sell.
Maybe I'm saying what I shouldn't tell
'cause even your heroes are wondering what to say.

      The time has come to change the tune.
      You think it's morning but it's late afternoon.
      All your old habits will be given up too soon.
      The time has come to change the tune.

                 - Jeff Johnson & Jason Ringenberg