The more I try to change,
The more I stay the same,
Stuck here like a painting,
Trapped inside a wooden frame.

You can change the place it's hangin',
Make it tilt and lean,
But no matter how you hang it,
It's still the same old scene.

And the more I try to change,
The more I stay the same,
Stuck here like a painting,
Trapped inside a wooden frame.

The distance that I cover,
The less I seem to gain,
Choken by my collar,
I'm pullin' at this chain.

And the more I try to change,
The more I stay the same,
Stuck here like a painting,
Trapped inside a wooden frame.

And you paint upon this canvas,
With your red blue and green,
You break these chains of life,
And paint yourself into the scene.

And the more I try to change,
The more I stay the same,
Stuck here like a painting,
Trapped inside a wooden frame.

The more I try to change,
The more I stay the same,
Now it really doesn't matter,
We're together in this frame.

The more I try to change,
The more I stay the same,
Now it really doesn't matter,
We're together in this frame of life.