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