Geoff Moore/Dale Oliver   John 3:8/I Corinthians 3:11      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