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