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
Girando
Mr. Riggs está envejeciendo
Le gusta que le predigan su futuro
Por la Hermana Ever, la Capricornio de ojos grandes
Y cuando su vida está en problemas
Sus cristales y pirámides
Seguramente lo llevarán a través de otra tormenta
Pero hay un trueno en su alma
Harley era un adolescente problemático
Se rapó la cabeza y ahora canta
Con un grupo de cerebros extraños en el parque
Y al lado del semáforo
Su amiga LaVerne, la prosélita
Está vendiendo rosas hasta que oscurece
Otro vendedor para la causa
Y el mundo está girando, girando
Buscando un ángulo
En una luz recta y estrecha
Sí, el mundo sigue girando, girando
Tratando de ser colorido
En un esquema de blanco y negro
Rah Ghe Da lo sabe todo
Especialmente cuando está canalizando
A un filósofo del 1635
Y Madame Rose se está divirtiendo
Sí, es una feliz intermediaria
Comunicándose con los no-vivos
Y ganan mucho dinero
Escrita por: Jerry McPherson / Wayne Kirkpatrick