Strange change is a good thing
It likes to rip folks apart, change the hue of their face
There's no time like the present, no place like home for change
I could pour me a tall glass of the sky so wise
I could bicker and fuss, I could tuck tail and hide
But i'll wrap around you and let the spirit inside
Be still and let my words fall on water
I'm patient to see just how tall
A man can get when he's got it all
Good things came when I waited for the drought to end
My habits I could crush for you and my lust I could send away
But there' nothing I can do to avoid that fateful day when our beauty falls away
What's my name in the language of the men who came in the name of the Lord?
Hallowed be the flame that burns beneath me; let me try to explain before you blame me like before
It's all spiritual to the young, blonde, easy-going lover's soul
But it's "all hail" to the spirits that soar down the throat of the man who says the devil makes him drink more
Time away will do us well
Take the chance that he gave us and give 'em hell