I’m gon na make a change

for once in my life.

It’s gon na feel real good, gon na make a dif f’rence, gon na make it right.

As I turn up the (D)col lar on my fa v’rite (D)win ter coat, this wind is blow in’ my mind.

I see the kids in the street with not e (Em)nough to eat; who am I (Cmaj7)to be blind, pre tend ing not to see their needs?

A sum mer’s dis re gard, a bro ken bot tle top,

and a one man’s soul.

They (Am7)fol low each oth er on the wind, (G)ya’ know,

’cause they got no where to go; that’s why I want you to know.

I’m start ing with the (C)man in the (C)mir ror,

I’m ask ing him to (C)change his ways.

And no mes sage could have (C)been an y (A)clear er: If you (D)wan na make the world a bet ter place, take a look at your self and then make a (C)change.

Na na na (D)na na na na (C)na na nah.

I’ve been a (D)vic tim of a self ish (D)kind of love; it’s time that I re al ize

that there are (G)some with no home, not a (Em)nick el to loan; could it be (Cmaj7)real ly me pre tend ing that they’re not a lone?

A wil low deep ly scarred, some bod y’s bro ken heart

and a washed out dream.

They (Am7)fol low the pat tern of the wind, (G)ya see,

’cause they got no place to be; that’s why I’m start ing with me.