Tune me in to the wild side of life
I'm an innocent young child sharp as a knife
Take me
to the garretts where the artists have died
Show me the courtrooms where the judges have
lied
Let me drink deeply from the water and the wine
Light coloured candles in dark
dreary mines
Look in the mirror and stare at myself
And wonder if that's really me on the
shelf
And each day I learn just a little bit more
I don't know why but I do know
what for
If we're all going somewhere let's get there soon
Oh this song's got no title
just words and a tune
Take me down alleys where the murders are done
In a vast high
powered rocket to the core of the sun
Want to read books in the studies of men
Born on the
breeze and die on the wind
If I was an artist who paints with his eyes
I'd study my
subject and silently cry
Cry for the darkness to come down on me
For confusion to carry on
turning the wheel
