Låttexter: John Hiatt. Slow Turning.

When I was a boy
I thought it just came to you
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
Singin' what I had to say

I always thought our house was haunted
'Cuz nobody said boo to me
I never did get what I wanted
But now I get what I need

It's been a slow turnin'
From the inside out
A slow turnin' baby
But you come about

A slow learnin'
But you learn to sway-ah-hay-hay-hay
A slow turnin', baby
Not fade away, not fade away, not fade away

Now I'm in my car
Ooh, I got the radio down
Now I'm yellin' at the kids in the back
'Cuz 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
'Cuz 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 live with love or without it
But there ain't no cure

It's just a slow turnin'
From the inside out
A slow turnin'
But you come about, ya

A slow turnin', baby
But you learn to sway-ah-hay-hay-hay
A slow turnin'
Not fade away, not fade away, not fade away
Not fade away, not fade away

A slow turnin', a slow turnin'
A slow turnin', a slow turnin'