A Good Song

Here’s a song by Amy Rigby. I really like her. I even transcribed the lyrics for you.

(She also does another great song called, “Will We Ever Have Sex Again?”)

Don’t Ever Change (from Till the Wheels Fall Off)

I took a walk in a small town Sunday morning.
Just to see what was going on.
Sat watching two guys fishing in the river running through
Like there was nothing wrong, nothing wrong.
They had their lines in the water ten feet apart
Beer guts, t-shirts, me with my heavy heart.
Don’t have religion but I’m trying to pray.
And I never liked fishing but I wanted to stand up
And say:

Hey, I love you. You’re perfect.
Don’t ever change. Don’t ever change.
Hey, I love you. You’re perfect.
Don’t ever change.

I picked my daughter up at school last week.
She had her headphones on. She barely said “˜hello.’
And all I wanted was to hug her, smother her with kisses,
But I was cool, like, “˜Hi there. How did it go?’
She had chipped nail polish, writing on her hand.
She was nodding her head to her favorite band,
Staring into space like she was all alone
But I didn’t take it personal. It meant that I was home,
And I said:

Hey, I love you. You’re perfect.
Don’t ever change. Don’t ever change.
Hey, I love you. You’re perfect.
Don’t ever change.

I’m holding on to anything that’s good in this world.
There’s a lot that is good in this world.

I saw my baby sitting there at the breakfast table,
His hair a mess and he forgot to shave.
And I wished that he would get up, make it all better,
Stop drinking so much, learn how to behave.
Then the radio was playing a Chuck Berry song.
He was looking at me, asking what was wrong.
I made a list of the things I could say,
But he gave me a wink and it all went away.
I told him:

Hey, I love you. You’re perfect.
Don’t ever change. Don’t ever change.
Hey, I love you. You’re perfect.
Don’t ever change. Don’t ever change.