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 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.