The More Things Change

(Mary Chapin Carpenter) Well I think of you sometimes at night And sometimes it's still the same The way that it was when I was the keeper of your flame We all have our ghosts, we all have our doubts I'm no different with you or without But one thing's certain: only the names have changed And I think of you sometimes baby When an old friend gives a call And to hear us talk you'd think I felt nothing at all 'Cause nothing remains that used to be yours We all have our way of closing the door But it takes some time to get up when you fall But I'm the same sweet girl you couldn't get enough of Way back when you pledged your love