(Clint Black/Hayden Nichols) There's something talkin' in the wind Whispering through the trees That feeling in my bones again Just puts me right at ease. It takes me back to all the times I've been here before But crossroads, old familiar signs Tell me there's something more. Can't explain, there's something strange about the early fall It's comfort leaving me without a care I remain but everything around me hears the call And tonight, I feel a change in the air.
--- Instrumental --- The leaves are turning, soon they'll fall There's a norther' blowing in The memories flowin', I recall Those changes in the wind. But I can never try to understand There's nothing you can hold in your hand Can't explain, there's something strange about the early fall It's comfort leaving me without a care I remain but everything around me hears the call And tonight I feel a change in the air. Yes, I'll surely feel a change in the air...