Waves crash in endless pounding Upon shores now long deaf They yearn again the call to the sea The one gentle stirring now fevered dance
Once more the tide is turning
All this time staying close to the shore All these years staying safe from the current Gathering clan as driftwood washed ashore Of past trend left by the tide Over this countless drift we trod Now we're thrust out to sea by trend
But the tide is turning
Sailing into a void of misunderstanding Picked up on a storm of perversion
On seas of travesty Hopelessly adrift Mere passengers on a vessel we once sailed A rose without thorns Pilgrimage across the ocean Yet this driftwood never left the shore To emulate another culture This farce will run aground
Ridiculed we one sailed by the tempest Now praised Hurled onto pedestals How long can it last It will come to an end
It's true that time and tide for no man waits And what will the next tide bring