A few years ago, I was driving around and “I’d Love to Change the World” from classic rock band Ten Years After came on the radio. There’s a line that goes:

I’d love to change the world, but I don’t know what to do
So I’ll leave it up to you

It’s a tremendous song, with poignant, societally relevant lyrics written during the “revolution” of the late 1960s [I put revolution in quotes because I once saw a contemporary interview with the Jefferson Airplane's Grace Slick whereupon mentioning her band's hit song "Revolution," she admitted how foolish she now feels that the hippie counter-culture referred to what they were doing as a revolution. They tried, but not hard enough, and the right wing, Republican political-war machine won out.] At any rate, I was really into the song and I thought the lyric was:

I’d love to change the world, but I don’t know what to wear
So I’ll leave it up to you

Years later, I still like my mistaken lyric better. It might sound silly on the surface, but I took it (or what I thought was it) to be a droll, stinging barb aimed at the aesthetes, the poseurs who cared more about appearances than about making the world a better place; either that or maybe Ten Years After was borrowing a page from Paul McCartney’s book and leaving non-sensical words/phrases in a song because in the end it sounds better and flows better than perhaps a more serious insertion (a la “Hey Jude” where Paul left in “the movement you need is on your shoulder” because John told him it sounded better than anything else he could try to think up). As much as I dig the song, I have to say that my mistaken lyric is a bit more biting than a simple “I don’t know what to do.”