Lyrics:

Everyone was so depressing
In their stupid white shoes
I don't have the same bliss
I ain't got the same blues
White trash holdin' hands
On the crumbling road
That's you and me, baby
At the will of the wind
Not doin' what we're told
That's you and me, honey
And I don't know a thing
I feel just like a boy
But I know the both sides
Of the thing that we're flipping
Is on the same coin
It's gonna be a long, cold winter
But I'm glad we got to hang
For things to stay the same around here
There's gonna have to be some change
Ch-ch-ch-changes, ah
I ain't talkin' 'bout your hair
Change is in the air
Tell me 'bout them Saudi princes
Tell me, what have you seen
I tell you 'bout the brown-eyed Midwestern women
Listenin' to Bad Company
It's gonna be a long, cold winter
But I'm glad we got to hang
For things to stay the same around here
There's gonna have to be some change
Ch-ch-ch-changes, ah
I ain't talkin' 'bout your hair
Change is in the air
I never wanted this for you
You never wanted for nothin' at all
I got problems like a space station, honey
Troubles like a Russian doll
I never wanted this for you
You never wanted for nothin' at all
I got problems like a space station, honey
Troubles like a Russian doll
It's gonna be a long, cold winter
But I'm glad we got to hang
For things to stay the same around here
There's gonna have to be some change
Ch-ch-ch-changes, ah
I ain't talkin' 'bout your hair
Change is in the air