(Dickie Peterson)

Alright!

A cold, cold darkness

And past confusion

Is quickly calling

Yeah, all of my illusions

Now won't somebody tell me what's wrong

Tell me what's wrong with me.

From within

The magic madness

Said Lord, I could feel deep in my heart

A little bit of gladness

Now won't somebody tell me what's wrong

Tell me what's wrong with me.

Won't somebody tell me what's wrong

Cause Lord, I been searchin'

Searchin' so long

Oh, won't somebody

Oh, won't somebody

Tell me what's wrong with me.

Alright!

Won't somebody tell me what's wrong

Cause Lord, I been searchin'

Whoa so goddamn long

Oh, won't somebody

Oh, won't somebody

Tell me what's wrong with me.

And then from out

Of a mystic dream

There came an angel (What a baby, oh yeah)

She spread her wings (Spread 'em babe, Spread it
all).

Now don't nobody tell me what's wrong

Tell me what's wrong with me.