(Craig Wiseman/Mark Selby)
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Billy's standing out by a west Texas highway
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With his thumb in the morning air
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He's spent 18 summers in the dust of Odessa
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Never getting nowhere
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But he got him a misspelled cardboard
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Of Albuquerque standin' in the breakdown lane
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He ain't lookin' for a ride so much as he's looking for a
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Change, a little something different for cryin' out loud
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Yeah a change
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Even for the worse, it would be better somehow
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Sometimes you just cross that line
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Where everything is more of the same
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When it's do or die, step aside, turn the tide
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Somethin's gotta change
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Betty's walkin' out of a tattoo parlor
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She's got curlers in her hair
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She still can't believe she had a little red rose
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Put right on her derriere
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And she's still gotta pick up that red lace teddy
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And a bottle of pink
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Well her husband doesn't know it
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But tonight he's in for a
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Change, a little something different for cryin' out loud
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Yeah a change
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Even for the worse, it would be better somehow
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Sometimes you just cross that line
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Where everything is more of the same
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When it's do or die, step aside, turn the tide
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Somethin's gotta change
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Now who of us hasn't been heading home on Friday
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Sitting at some traffic light
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Wondering what would happen if we hung a left
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Instead of takin' that faithful old right
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It's the human condition
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A part of us wishes that life wouldn't get so tame
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And we all know better than to think that's ever gonna
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Change, a little something different for cryin' out loud
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Yeah a change
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Even for the worse, it would be better somehow
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Looking for a change
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Change
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Yeah a change
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Looking for a change, yeah
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Change
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| Sons Of The Desert |
