When I left my job I was sad to go for another job.
It only goes to show no ambition.
Before I found my feet, I'd hit the floor.
I hit the street. I hit the bottle more - like a loser.
But Caroline, for all we know,
the winds of change will start to blow.
Ooh wooh ooh ooh
Maybe they're starting to blow.
So I went along. I went prepared for better times,
Believing every word - each iota.
If we sell our car and sold until we sold ourselves
We'd still not pay the bills in our lifetime.
Caroline, we wasted days in dark despair
and drunken haze.
Ooh wooh ooh ooh.
Only to mend our ways.
You said so many things that made me want to shout.
Like I don't know what it's all about to be down.
As if only.
Caroline, for all we know,
the winds of change will start to blow.
Ooh wooh ooh ooh
Listen, they're starting to blow.
Words and music copyright Graham Trust
