When Will I Be Changed - Josh Ritter, Bob Weir

I’ve been told there is a power in the blood

Is it enough?

Is it enough?

to carry me back from where I am to where I was?

And I hope there is some power in my blood

I’ve been told that all these ties would surely bind

And hold me tight, hold me tight

'Cause I’m hanging at the end of my own line

And I hope that all these ties will surely bind

When, oh when, will I be changed?

When, oh when, will I be changed?

From this devil that I am

When, oh when, will I be changed?

I’ve been told I’d find some truth down in my bones

But I don’t know, I don’t know

I can’t even seem to find my own road home

And I hope there is some truth down in my bones

When, oh when, will I be changed?

When, oh when, will I be changed?

From this devil that I am

When, oh when, will I be changed?

And I hope that in this green and peacefulness

That you’ll let me stay, let me stay

Even a poor serpent needs a place to rest

For a while as it’s waiting to be changed

When, oh when, will I be changed?

When, oh when, will I be changed?

From this devil that I am

When, oh when, will I be changed?

When, oh when, will I be changed?

When, oh when, will I be changed?