Strange fascinations fascinate me
Ah, changes are taking
The pace I’m going through
I’m moving through some changes
I’ll never be the same
Something you did touched me
There’s no one else to blame
The love we had has fallen
The love we used to share
We’ve given up pretending
As if you didn’t care
Change, changing places
Root yourself to the ground
Capitalize on this good fortune
One word can bring you round
There’ll Be A Change In The Weather And A Change In The Scene
How Is That?
I’m Gonna Start Wearin’ Leather And Change My Routine
I’ll Wear Dark Glasses Maybe A Toupee
I’ll Get Down And Boogie And Become Risque
I’ll Start Wearin’ Make-Up Like Jackson And Prince
You’ll See Me Ridin’ In My Mercedes Benz
Nobody Wants You When You Just Play Guitar
There’ll Be Some Changes Made Tomorrow
There’ll Be Some Changes Made
There’ll Be Some Changes Made. Chet Atkins and Mark Knopfler
Ch-ch-ch-ch-changes (turn and face the strange)
Ch-ch-changes, don’t wanna be a richer man
Ch-ch-ch-ch-changes (turn and face the strange)
Ch-ch-changes, just gonna have to be a different man
Time may change me
But I can’t trace time
No change, I can change
I can change, I can change
But I’m here in my mold
I am here in my mold
But I’m a million different people
From one day to the next
I can’t change my mold
No, no, no, no, no
And the boys go into business
And marry and raise a family
In boxes made of ticky tacky
And they all look just the same
Another Pleasant Valley Sunday
Charcoal burnin’ everywhere
Rows of houses that are all the same
And no one seems to care
Another park, another Sunday
It’s dark and empty thanks to you
I got to get myself together
But it’s hard to do
All the world seems in tune
On a spring afternoon,
When we’re poisoning pigeons in the park.
Ev’ry Sunday you’ll see
My sweetheart and me,
As we poison the pigeons in the park.
Saturday in the park
I think it was the Fourth of July
Saturday in the park
I think it was the Fourth of July
People dancing, people laughing
A man selling ice cream
Singing Italian songs
And when the stars came down
I was higher than the 4th of July
Whizzing right across the sky
High, high, higher
We lived our little drama, we kissed in a field of white
And stars fell on Alabama last night
I can’t forget the glamour, your eyes held a tender light
And stars fell on Alabama last night
Sweet home Alabama
Where the skies are so blue
Sweet home Alabama
Lord, I’m coming home to you
She’s heading out
Old Highway #29
Leaving Loachapoka Alabama behind
Leaving Loachapoka
She (we never thought of ourselves)
Is leaving (never a thought for ourselves)
Home (we struggled hard all our lives to get by)
She’s leaving home, after living alone, for so many years
When your rooster crows at the break of dawn
Look out your window and I’ll be gone
You’re the reason I’m a-traveling on
But don’t think twice, it’s all right
It was an early morning yesterday
I was up before the dawn
And I really have enjoyed my stay
But I must be moving on
Now here you go again, you say you want your freedom
Well, who am I to keep you down?
It’s only right that you should play the way you feel it
But listen carefully to the sound of your loneliness
Here I go again on my own
Going down the only road I’ve ever known
Like a drifter I was born to walk alone
And I’ve made up my mind
I ain’t wasting no more time
Axes spins so round and round we go
Where we’re goin’ no one really knows
Here we here we here we here we go
Feel the fire
Way down below