Lyrics:

Sometimes I talk like a turnstile

when I have had too much to drink

A tangled tongue like English Ivy

Just like a film dubbed out of sync



The phone is ringing in the guest room

A muffled voice on the machine

It's either someone I don't want to talk to

Or someone selling what I don't need



'Cause I'm waiting for you to come on home



Sometimes I fall in fits of laughter

My bottle shatters on the floor

And you apologize profusely

for the drunkard on your arm



And I'll change, love, change, love

Change for you

Cause even slurred words can contain some truth

I'll change, love, change, love

Change for you



When I am ready to