I can't tell you, Mother, why I feel this way. People passing through my life, I let them slip away. Standing in the bright light, let the music play. you gotta turn my night to day. Dressed like a renegade, faster than you think. Can't put down these feelings rising to the boil, Colours of a rattlesnake, ready to uncoil.
Turn, I want you to turn,
You yourself set me on this course when I was a child, Walking down these men streets like a boy gone wild, The child is father to the man I guess my fate is sealed.