Changing Your Mind - Bob Schneider, Patty Griffin

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 that I’m the only

one as I watch you drive away.

and what’s so funny is the birds are singing, sun shining, and bells are

ringing and I’m thinking, 'what happened here?'

and I can’t change your mind.

and I can’t change your mind.

and I can’t change your mind.

and I can’t change your mind.

There’s a chappel in Minneapolis and it holds the bones of a dead saint in it

the stain glass glows from the ceiling there, and reminds me of the feeling

where I first looked into your eyes, and saw the most beautiful birds fly

strait into the sun, 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.

Whats so funny is this piece of skin, the one on my arm with your name inked in.

What was I thinking?

But what’s so funny is the way things go down.

Like when a star dies it doesn’t

make a single sound.

It’s just gone, you can’t find it when you look into the

sky.

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.

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 looking pissed off and he’s

wet from all the rain.

I think I’ll go say hi, and offer him a beer.