When I left mu job I was sad to go for another job. 
It only goes to show no ambition.
Before I found my feet, I'd hit the floor. 
I hit the street. I hit the bottle more - like a loser. 

But Caroline, for all we know, the winds of change will start to blow.
Maybe they're starting to blow.

So I went along. I went prepared for better times,
Believing every word - each iota.
If we sell our car and sold until we sold ourselves
We'd still not pay the bills in our lifetime.

Caroline, we wasted days in dark despair and drunken haze.
Only to mend our ways.

You said so many things that made me want to shout.
Like I don't know what it's all about to be down.
As if only.

But Caroline, for all we know, the winds of change will start to blow.
Listen, they're starting to blow.