the frogs at night are so loud they can keep one awake trying to figure out the meaning of it all…..the river that went over it’s banks has brought many seeking asylum to a new temporary homeland in Cook county.
HIATT, JOHNWhen I was a boy,
I thought it just came to you
But I never could tell what’s mine
So it didn’t matter anyway
My only pride and joy
Was this racket down here
Banging on an old guitar
And singin’ what I had to say
I always thought our house was haunted
Cuz nobody said “boo” to me
I never did get what I wanted
But now I get what I need
It’s been a slow turning
From the inside out
A slow turning
But you come about
A slow learning
But you learn to sway-ah-hay-hay-hay
A slow turning, baby
Not fade away, not fade away, not fade away
Now I’m in my car
Ooh, I got the radio on
Now I’m yellin’ at the kids in the back
Cuz they’re banging like Charlie Watts
You think you’ve come so far
In this one horse town
Then she’s laughing that crazy laugh
Cuz 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 LIVE with love or without it
But there ain’t no cure
It’s just a slow turning
From the inside out
A slow turning
But you come about, ya
A slow turning, baby
But you learn to sway-ah-hay-hay-hay
A slow turning
Not fade away, not fade away, not fade away
Not fade away, not fade away
A slow turning, a slow turning,
A slow turning, a slow turning
