Letras: John Hiatt. Anthology - Disc 2. Slow Turning.

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



CHORUS:

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



There's just a...



REPEAT CHORUS