(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...