sometimes i talk like a turnstile when i have had too much to drink a tangled tongue like english ivy just like a film dubbed out of sync the phone is ringing in the guest room a muffled voice on the machine it s either someone i don t want to talk to or someone selling what i don t need as i m waiting for you to come on home sometimes i fall in fits of laughter my bottle shatters on the floor and you apologize profusely for the drunkard on the lawn i ll change love change i ll change for you because even slurred words can contain some truth i ll change love change i ll change for you when i am ready to