S'exprimant sur les paroles quelque peu obscures et énigmatiques, Anita Tikaram, l'auteur indique que la chanson evoque principalement la relation particulière que l'on ressent en entrant dans l'âge adulte. "La chanson parle des incomprehensions quand vous avez 18 ans, et de votre relation émotionnelle très particulière avec le monde, vous vous sentez très isolé et tout le monde vous parait si distant et froid "
Twist in My Sobriety est une chanson écrite, composée et interprétée par Tanita Tikaram. Paru en 1988 comme second single de son premier album Ancient Heart, elle s'est classée dans le Top 10 de nombreux pays européens, particulièrement en Autriche et en Allemagne. La chanson a eu un succès relatif aux États-Unis et en Australie.
En 2001, la chanson est apparue dans le film Bandits.
La phrase d'ouverture de la chanson, « All God's children need travelling shoes », est le titre d'un livre de la poétesse Maya Angelou

All God's children need travelling shoes
Drive your problems from here
All good people read good books
Now your conscience is clear
I hear you talk girl
Now your conscience is clear

In the morning I wipe my brow
Wipe the miles away
I like to think I can be so willed
And never do what you say
I'll never hear you
And never do what you say

Look my eyes are just holograms
Look your love has drawn red from my hands
From my hands you know you'll never be
More than twist in my sobriety
More than twist in my sobriety
More than twist in my sobriety

We just poked a little pie
For the fun people had at night
Late at night don't need hostility
The timid smile and pause to free

I don't care about their different thoughts
Different thoughts are good for me
Up in arms and chaste and whole
All God's children took their toll

Look my eyes are just holograms
Look your love has drawn red from my hands
From my hands you know you'll never be
More than twist in my sobriety
More than twist in my sobriety
More than twist in my sobriety

Cup of tea, take time to think, yea
Time to risk a life, a life, a life
Sweet and handsome
Soft and porky
You pig out 'til you've seen the light
Pig out 'til you've seen the light

Half the people read the papers
Read them good and well
Pretty people, nervous people
People have got to sell
News you have to sell

Look my eyes are just holograms
Look your love has drawn red from my hands
From my hands you know you'll never be
More than twist in my sobriety
More than twist in my sobriety
More than twist in my sobriety