it’s just one of those things that must be done 

it’s just one of those wars that must be won 

it couldn’t be more clear time has finally come

it’s just one of those things that must be done

the climb is steep, the hills are high, the night is sweet, it fills the sky

the dive is deep, below us dangers lie, we now must keep our hopes alive

it’s just one of those games that must be played 

one of those choices that must be made

one of those costs that must be defrayed 

one of those debts that must be repaid

that’s the way it looks tonight, night to day, dark to light 

all is good, all is right, it’s all in black, it’s all in white

it’s easy to say i have nothing to lose 

and everyone tells me i have nothing to choose

at this point it’s easy to make all the right moves 

at this point it’s easy to walk in these shoes

one of those plans that must be used

one of those offers that can’t be refused

one of those theories that must be proved

one of those mountains that must be moved

what will be left when the earth is scorched? 

there lies the wreckage, the carnage and pitchforks

i see nobody showing remorse, i see normal laws no longer enforced

i’ve been aware of passage and aging and i now have little time remaining

and i don’t care about me, but this is the main thing – 

as it’s been said by a wise man before – “the times they are a-changin”

it’s always the same thing I’ve always been claiming

at times it’s been freeing, at times it’s draining 

and even a tiny bit entertaining 

i just hope that someday, someway, somehow, someone can explain it to me

for my survival, this all was strengthening 

but for my soul – completely deadening 

still the signs are there and they are threatening to me 

it’s been a steady stream of folks out there with a goal of betraying me

is this for better, is this for worse?  is this for hunger, is this for thirst?  

is this for second, is this for first?

is this for the goals, ambitions and plans that have now been reversed?

one of those bells that must be rung 

one of those same old songs that must be sung

it couldn’t be more clear the time has come 

it’s one of those things that must be done