Baby Grace is the victim She was 14 years of age And the wheels are turning, turning For the finger points at me All's well But I have not been to Oxford Town All's well No I have not been to Oxford Town [CHORUS] Toll the bell Pay the private eye All's well 20th century dies And the prison priests are decent My attorney seems sincere I fear my days are numbered Lord get me out of here All's well But I have not been to Oxford Town All's well But I have not been to Oxford Town [CHORUS] This is your shadow on my wall This is my flesh and blood This is what I could've been And the wheels are turning and turning As the 20th century dies If I had not ripped the fabric If time had not stood still If I had not met Ramona If I'd only paid my bill All's well But I have not been to Oxford Town All's well But I have not been to Oxford Town [CHORUS] This is my bunk with two sheets This is my food though foul This is what I could have been [CHORUS (ad lib.)]