You Don't Have to Change (But You Have to Choose)

My wandering friend, he might not be the one
 My dark-eyed friend, he might turn out
 Another of life's troubled, troubling sons
 But you don't have to cut your hair
 And you don't have to change the clothes you wear
 And you don't have to change
 So even if your future grows
 In tiny hands and tiny toes
 It's only half the one you chose
 And through the telescope of time
 Where every strange look is a sign
 Doesn't mean they'll judge you either way
 He might still be the one you choose
 And you don't have to cut your hair
 And you don't have to change the clothes you wear
 And you don't have to change
 You don't have to change, you don't have to change
 You don't have to change (but you have to choose)