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 Banging on an old guitar And 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 turning From the inside out A slow turning But you come about
A slow learning But you learn to sway-ah-hay-hay-hay A slow turning, baby Not fade away, not fade away, not fade away
Now I'm in my car Ooh, I got the radio on Now I'm yellin' at the kids in the back Cuz they're banging like Charlie Watts
You think you've come so far In this one horse town Then she's laughing 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 life with love or without it But there ain't no cure
It's just a slow turning From the inside out A slow turning But you come about, ya
A slow turning, baby But you learn to sway-ah-hay-hay-hay A slow turning Not fade away, not fade away, not fade away Not fade away, not fade away
A slow turning, a slow turning, a slow turning, a slow turning
Compositor: John R Hiatt (Hiatt John) ECAD: Obra #1073322 Fonograma #1957562