Turn me on like a TV and cut me off like a radio
Turn me on like a TV and cut me off like a
radio
You'd take me for a plaything, 'cause I'm always at your door
The four
winds gonna change but you'll reap just a-what you sow
Yes, the four winds'll change but
you'll reap just what you sow
If there's ever a change, you'll be knockin' at my door
Don't point your finger, baby, you may have to come back one day
Don't point your
finger, baby, you may have to come back one day
Yeah, your cold winds gonna change but it
just might change my way
