I had had my 4-track tape recorder stolen out of my car a few weeks previously, and was forced out of my usual writing method. I had to do the whole thing in my head. I imagined how I would weave the changes I imagined in and out of the tracks Brent had started. I rehearsed some hunches with Lance and a great young drummer in Sacramento, Johnny Rabb, in Johnny's parents' guest bedroom. We laid down the basic tracks one evening at David Houston's studio.

The lyrics came fairly easily. I was going through separation and divorce, and "The Turnaround" (taken from musicians' slang for a chord changes before the next section of a song) was the most starkly autobiographical song I've ever written.

This song was hard to get right, though, partly because Brent's original demo was so hard to do justice to, and partly because, well, every once in a while a song just won't behave. I spent weeks in the Wilderness with this song. After several painful trips to the studio, I wrestled it 'til it gave, and I stood panting in my corner.

The verse may be in a minor key
But the chorus will be sung by angels
Singing sweetly
Every little dream of mine will
Have to wait a little longer
While I'm healing
It's a turnaround
A turnaround
	Where to now, Baloo?
	Jiminy Cricket, where are you?
	This is what comes of being an unfinished man
	Teach me the real thing
	From the sleight-of-hand
I'm Berlin in '45
I'm rising from the ashes now
I'm Chicago just trying to survive
Mrs. O'Leary's cow
It's a turnaround
A turnaround
	Where to now, Baloo?
	Jiminy Cricket, where are you?
	This is what comes of being an unfinished man
	Teach me the real thing
	From the sleight-of-hand
	Only cabbages and queens
	Never have times like these
	Teach me the solid rock
	From the shifting sand
		I'll let this be my Declaration of Independence
		I'll sign my name on the bottom line
		I'll make this the punctuation at the end of my sentence
		I can wait a little longer for that dream of mine
It's a turnaround
It's just a turnaround
To something better

Lance Taber -- guitars
Johnny Rabb -- drums
Rick Lotter and Carey Avery -- percussion
Brent Bourgeois -- percussion program
Larry Tagg -- lead and harmony vocals, bass, keyboards
Recorded at Brent's house by Brent Bourgeois, and
David's mom's garage by David Houston
Mixed by David Houston