I'm walking through streets I call home
Passing by people I know
Are they passengers in life like the passing of time
I hope they stay a while
I don't know the places I'll go
My future whereabouts are unknown
Why should I commit to something still so young
There's so much more to come
Chameleon changing form just to get along
So the question is, where does he belong
A master of disguise or a master of lies
There is no right or wrong for a chameleon
I got a hundred things on my mind
Making it hard to decide
There are way too many different paths in life
And far too little time
Chameleon changing form just to get along
So the question is, where does he belong
A master of disguise or a master of lies
There is no right or wrong for a chameleon
Chameleon changing form just to get along
So the question is, where does he belong
A master of disguise or a master of lies
There is no right or wrong for a chameleon
Chameleon changing form just to get along
So the question is, where does he belong
A master of disguise or a master of lies
There is no right or wrong for a chameleon