Paroles de Turning

Mr. Riggs is getting old He likes to have his future told By Sister Ever, the wide-eyed Capricorn And when his life is on the skids Her crystals and her pyramids Are sure to ride him through another storm But there's a thunder in his soul Harley was a troubled teen He shaved his head and now he sings With a group of odd cerebrals in the park And over by the traffic light His friend LaVerne, the proselyte Is selling roses 'til her day is dark Another vendor for the fold And the world is turning, turning Looking for an angle In a straight and narrow light Yeah, the world keeps turning, turning Trying to be colorful In a scheme of black and white Rah Ghe Da knows everything Especially when he's channeling A philosopher from 1635 And Madame Rose is having fun Yeah, she's a happy medium Communicating with the un-alive And they make a lot of dough