(JHON HIATT)

When I was a boy,
         I thought it just came to ya’
         But I never could tell what’s mine
     So it didn’t matter anyway
      My only pride and joy
         Was this racket down here
      Bangin’ on an old guitar
         And singin’ what I had to say
         I always thought our house was haunted
         But nobody said boo to me
         I never did get what I wanted
         Now I get what I need
   
         It’s been a slow turnin’
         From the inside out
         A slow turnin’
         But you come about 
         Slow learnin’
         But you learn to sway
         A slow turnin’ baby
         Not fade away
   
         Now I’m in my car
         I got the radio on
         I’m yellin’ at the kids in the back seat
   ’cause they’re bangin’ like charlie watts
         You think you’ve come so far
         In this one horse town
         Then she’s laughin’ that crazy laugh
   ’cause you haven’t left the parkin’ lot
         Time is short and here’s the damn thing about it
         You’re gonna die, gonna die for sure
         And you can learn to life with love or without it
         But there ain’t no cure