Intro: (F C/E)
Dm C Bb F
Tune me in to the wild side of life
Bb F C Csus4 C F C/E
I'm an innocent young child sharp as a knife
Dm C Bb F
Take me to the garretts where the artists have died
Bb A7 Dm
Show me the courtrooms where the judges have lied
Let me drink deeply from the water and the wine
Light coloured candles in dark dreary mines
Look in the mirror and stare at myself
And wonder if that's really me on the shelf
Bb7 Eb7
And each day I learn just a little bit more
Ab7 Db7
I don't know why but I do know what for
Bb7 Eb7 Ab7
If we're all going somewhere let's get there soon
Db7 Gb7 G B/C F/C C F C/E
Oh this song's got no title just words and a tune
Take me down alleys where the murders are done
In a vast high powered rocket to the core of the sun
Want to read books in the studies of men
Born on the breeze and die on the wind
If I was an artist who paints with his eyes
I'd study my subject and silently cry
Cry for the darkness to come down on me
For confusion to carry on turning the wheel