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 my darkness to come down on me 
For confusion to carry on turning the wheel