(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.