The Turning

Far from this life of smoke and fear I dreamed a path no one else could claim Not one face ever stained with tears Or blood that spilled in someone else's name Would not run, could not hide From the perfect wave Only those who know the tides Are not

eyes over the city rise up from your soul they hang over the streets at night brought on by the cold we live with the numbers mining a dream for the same old song what hope for the turning if everything you know is wrong so come on, shake your rag do