His old man was a rebel yeller:

Bad boy to the bone.

He'd say: "Can't trust that other fella,"

He'd judge 'em by the tone of their skin.

He was raised to think like his Dad:

Narrow mind full of hate.

On the road to no-where fast,

Till the Grace of God got in the way.

Then he saw the Light an' hit his knees an' cried an' said a prayer:

Rose up a brand new man; left the old one right there.

Here's to the strong; thanks to the brave.

Don't give up hope: some people change.

Against all odds, against the grain,

Love finds a way: some people change.

She was born with her mother's habit:

You could say: "It's in her blood."

She hates that she's gotta have it:

As she fills her glass up.

An she'd love to kill that bottle,

But all she can think about,

Is a, a better life, a second chance,

An' everyone she's letting down.

She throws that bottle down.

Here's to the strong; thanks to the brave.

Don't give up hope: some people change.

Against all odds, against the grain,

Love finds a way: some people change.

Thank God for those who make it:

Let them be the Light.

(Let them be the light)

(Some people change.)

Here's to the strong; thanks to the brave.

Don't give up hope: some people change.

Against all odds, against the grain,

Love finds a way: some people change.

Some people change.

(Some people change)