Lyrics

[JUNIOR] This little world Can seem so big Without anyone to love [DYLAN] My mother always says That a Brooklyn kid Won't grow up with the hangups that she did My mother always says If we learn from the street I can learn from the kids I meet And not be elite [JUNIOR] To love Or this little world Can make you feel trapped Inside a ball of glass With no God above And there's no escape [DYLAN] Here in Brooklyn people aren't uptight And I won't grow up only having friends who are white She says That's how I see it, that's how it is She says That's how I see it, that's how it is Oh, I don't know what that means But she said she'd rather die than have me grow up in Queens Now I'm trying to find the beat I'm trying to find the beat I'm trying to find the beat But the time keeps changing The time keeps changing on me My mother always says Knock on every door And if it's hard at first Just go and knock some more 'Cause all the changes That the world has known Never happen if you act alone Singing on your own Then she lets me Put on a song And sometimes we just sit there and sing along California dreamin' California My mother always says That the block will be The beginning of a new society She says that I'm gonna go to public school So I don't become a privileged fool She says that's a rule At first it will be hard but soon It'll be fulfilling The times they are a-changing That's why she named me Dylan I know there's an answer You can make it if you try She says if I listen I can learn to fly So I'm trying to find the beat I'm trying to find the beat I'm trying to find the beat But the time keeps changing The time keeps changing [RACHEL] That's how I see it, that's what I know Sometimes you get the urge for going, oh babe I hate to go And if the dreams that we shared don't go as planned Then you'll find someone to share them I hope you'll understand [DYLAN] My mother always says That a Brooklyn kid Won't grow up with the hangups that she did And Dad paints upstairs I eat breakfast alone She named me Dylan And I'm a rolling stone And till she comes home I'm trying to find the beat I'm trying to find the beat I'm going to find the beat Somehow