Spin me back down the years
and the days of my youth.
Draw the lace and black curtains
and shut out the whole truth.
Spin me back down the ages:
let them sing the song.
The acoustic introduction winds to a close, the volume level drops, and without warning Martin Barre hammers out the repeated, staccato chord which launches the band.
Anderson, thrown back as though electrocuted, takes the acoustic guitar from around his neck in one swing.