Kim Hill - Turning lyrics

Mr. Riggs is getting old He likes to have his future told By sister Eve, 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 a-turning, turning Looking for an angle In a straight and narrow light Yeah, the world keeps a-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 unalive And they make a lot of dough 'Cause, the world is a-turning, turning Looking for an angle In a straight and narrow light Yeah, the world is a-turning, turning Trying to be colorful In a scheme of black and white The world is turning, turning Looking for an angle In a straight and narrow light The world is turning, turning Trying to be colorful In a scheme of black and white The world is a-turning, turning Looking for an angle In a straight and narrow light Yeah, the world, the world keeps turning Trying to be colorful In a scheme of black and white