Good Lord, How You've Changed I stood there and talked on the corner, and remembered the good times we had. Then he asked if we're happy together, and I only smiled and I said, Yeah, she keeps me off the streets, and she keeps me out of trouble. Sometimes at night, Lord, when I hear the wind, I wish I was crazy again. Yes, I wish I was crazy again. Then we stopped in at a tavern, we had us a round or two. We called ourselves Old Estorado, Old Estorado, as old friends are likely to do. We sat for a while and remembered, then he said, Let's have just one more. I said, I'd sure like to join you, I'd best be going on home. Yeah, she keeps me off the streets, and she keeps me out of trouble. Sometimes at night, Lord, when I hear the wind, I wish I was crazy again. Yes, I wish I was crazy again. She keeps me off the streets, and she keeps me out of trouble. Sometimes at night, Lord, when I hear the wind, I wish I was crazy again. Yes, I wish I was crazy again.