Out Of Focus

[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 searchinSearchin' 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 searchinWhoa 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.