I used to think the world was flat

Rarely threw my hat into the crowd

I felt i had used up my quota of yearning

Used to look in on the children at night

In the glow of their donald duck light

And i frighten myself with the thought of my little ones burning

Oh, oh, oh, the tide is turning

Oh, oh, oh, the tide is turning

Satellites buzzing through the endless night

Exclusive to moonshots and world title fights

Jesus christ, imagine what it must be earning

Who is the strongest

Who is the best

Who holds the aces

The east

Or the west

This is the crap our children are learning

And oh, oh, the tide is turning

Oh, oh, the tide is turning

Oh, oh, oh, the tide is turning

Oh, oh, oh, the tide is turning

Oh, oh, oh, the tide is turning



Now the satellite's confused

'cos on saturday night

The airwaves were full of compassion and light

And his silicon heart warmed

To the sight of a billion candles burning

But, i'm not saying that the battle is won

But on saturday night all those kids in the sun

Wrested technology's sword from the hand of the war lords

Oh, the tide is turning

Oh, the tide is turning

Oh, the tide is turning

Oh, the tide is turning

(repeated)