Changing Your Mind

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.