Texty: Bob Schneider. Lovely Creatures. Changing My Mind.
What's so funny is nobody's laughing
at this change of heart your having.
What's so funny is I'm filled up with thunder.
I can't seem to get out from under all these stones
you tied to my chest.
I can't change your mind.
I can't change your mind.
What's so funny is I'm scared and lonely.
And I don't think I'm the only one
as I watch you drive away.
And what's so funny is the birds are singing.
The sun is shining and the bells are ringing.
And I'm thinking, "What happened here?"
And I can't change your mind.
And I can't change your mind.
I can't change your mind.
I can't change your mind.
There's a travel in Minneapolis, holds the bones of a dead saint in it. And the stained glass glows from the ceiling there. It reminds me of the feeling when I first looked into your eyes, saw the most beautiful birds fly straight into the sun, with their wings on fire. The deed was done.
Oh, and I can't change your mind.
I can't change your mind.
I can't change your mind.
I can't change your mind.
What's so funny is this piece of skin.
The one on my arm with your name inked in.
What was I thinking?
What's so funny is the way things go down.
Like when a star dies it doesn't make a sound,
it's just gone.
And you can't find it when you look into the sky.
I can't change your mind.
I can't change your mind.
I can't change your,
I can't change your mind.
I can't change your mind.
I can't change your mind.
I can't do it.
There's a werewolf out on my front lawn
and he's lookin' pissed off.
And he's wet from all the rain.
I think I'll go say hi.
And offer him a beer.
at this change of heart your having.
What's so funny is I'm filled up with thunder.
I can't seem to get out from under all these stones
you tied to my chest.
I can't change your mind.
I can't change your mind.
What's so funny is I'm scared and lonely.
And I don't think I'm the only one
as I watch you drive away.
And what's so funny is the birds are singing.
The sun is shining and the bells are ringing.
And I'm thinking, "What happened here?"
And I can't change your mind.
And I can't change your mind.
I can't change your mind.
I can't change your mind.
There's a travel in Minneapolis, holds the bones of a dead saint in it. And the stained glass glows from the ceiling there. It reminds me of the feeling when I first looked into your eyes, saw the most beautiful birds fly straight into the sun, with their wings on fire. The deed was done.
Oh, and I can't change your mind.
I can't change your mind.
I can't change your mind.
I can't change your mind.
What's so funny is this piece of skin.
The one on my arm with your name inked in.
What was I thinking?
What's so funny is the way things go down.
Like when a star dies it doesn't make a sound,
it's just gone.
And you can't find it when you look into the sky.
I can't change your mind.
I can't change your mind.
I can't change your,
I can't change your mind.
I can't change your mind.
I can't change your mind.
I can't do it.
There's a werewolf out on my front lawn
and he's lookin' pissed off.
And he's wet from all the rain.
I think I'll go say hi.
And offer him a beer.
Bob Schneider