Bob Schneider
Album: Lovely Creatures
What's so funny is nobody's laughing at this change of heart you're having.
What's so funny is I'm filled up with thunder,
but 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 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.
Album: Lovely Creatures
What's so funny is nobody's laughing at this change of heart you're having.
What's so funny is I'm filled up with thunder,
but 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 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.