Wayne Kirkpatrick/Jerry McPherson  Mr. Riggs is getting old  He likes to have his future told  By sister Eve, the wide-eyed Capricorn  And when his life is on the skids  Her crystals and her pyramids  Are sure to ride him through another storm  But there's a thunder in his soul  Harley was a troubled teen  He shaved his head and now he sings  With a group of odd cerebrals in the park  And over by the traffic light  His friend LaVerne the proselyte  Is selling roses 'til her day is dark  Another verndor for the fold  Chorus  And the world is turning turning  Looking for an angle in a straight and narrow light  Yeah the world keeps turning turning  Trying to be colorful  In a scheme of black and white  Rah ghe Da knows everything  Especially when he's channeling  A philosopher from 1635  And Madame Rose is having fun  Yeah she's a happy medium  Communicating with the un-alive  And they make a lot of dough  Chorus