I've got to change my ways 
Too many times, you just string me along 
Pass by the window, what's in it for me? 
Just some notes on your palm to read 

Whose side are you on anyway? 
You've got to get back to the water 
I know my lines in the sand washed away 
So 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've got to change my ways 
cheaper suit or a handful of days 
Blessed all the blank walls as they fall 
Was it [bad word] you said could bend? 
Or some corners to cut again? 

Whose side are you on anyway? 
You've got to get back to the water 
I know my lines in the sand washed away 
Now I've got to change my ways