The Change

Lyrics

I read a magazine and then I was in Baltimore Walking down through the dark part of town To the factory shore I saw the water run black I felt my blood run cold But I couldn't look back 'cause I knew How cheaply my soul had been sold Those were the very first days of '92 When a man's been broken what's left to do When his lover doesn't know him And his wife's estranged Can't explain the feeling Can't accept the change I hitched a ride down south To find my little sweetie pie When I made it to her house I found the windows all boardеd and the well run dry Looking down that well a crazy notion crossеd my mind If I leaned over just a little, I'd be falling into hell But I'd be leaving this war behind Been to chanellers, churches, brothels and bars Spoke to drunkards, hookers and priests Tossed some pennies in fountains Consulted the stars, but the stars didn't help in the least And tonight only she Could be setting my southern soul free Where is she, where could she be?