text: Tune me in to the wild side of life
  Im an innocent young child, sharp as a knife
  Take me to the garretts where the artists have died
  Show me the courtrooms where the judges have lied
  Let me drink deeply from the water and the wine
  Light colored candles in dark dreary mines
  Look in the mirror and stare at myself
  And wonder if thats really me on the shelf
  And each day I learn just a little bit more
  I dont know why but I do know what for
  If were all going somewhere, lets get there soon
  Oh, this songs 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
  Id study my subject and silently cry
  Cry for the darkness to come down on me
  For confusion to carry on turning the wheel
  And each day I learn just a little bit more
  I dont know why but I do know what for
  If were all going somewhere, lets get there soon
  Oh, this songs got no title, just words and a tune