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