Dust devils dancin' across the Alabama hillside
That storm was brewing out on the Dixie skyline
The sky grew black as coal in the middle of the day
My great-granddaddy watched as his house was blown away
Chorus
Winds of change came calling
Hit them without warning
The foundation was all that remained
Everything else was carried away
I was in the Windy City, Good Friday 1982
We were sittin' pretty, cooking steaks on the barbecue
Two thousand miles of telephone wire brought word of the tragedy
My daddy's heart lay silent now
He had been taken, taken from me
He was carried away
Chorus
Winds of change come calling
Hit us without warning
Let all we need be all that remains
Let everything else be...carried away
Winds of change come calling
Hit us without warning
Let our foundation be all that remains
Let everything else be carried, carried away