Changing Blues Songtext
von The Chaw

Said I′m trying to tell you something you already know
And I feel it most days
So much so I can feel it in my bones, in my bones

Well it comes and goes
The harvest is plowed
Its plowed then resown
I've no idea no what you′ve prayed to the changer
A stranger is coming and the truth is getting old


I'd tell you all of my erring ways
You'd return with a compassionate gaze
And only I will hold the black box of errors
Life fast away, you soon after

Well it comes and goes
The harvest is plowed
Its plowed then resown
I′ve no idea no what you′ve prayed to the changer
A stranger is coming and the truth is getting old
Getting old, Getting old