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

But I have not been to Oxford Town



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



Toll the bell

Pay the private eye

All's well

20th century dies



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



Toll the bell

Pay the private eye

All's well

20th century dies

And the wheels are turning and

turning

As the 20th century dies

This is my bunk with two sheets

This is my food though foul

This is what I could have been



Toll the bell

Pay the private eye

All's well

20th century dies