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.