(February/'47 / Connecticut, USA)

A Turn Of The Tide

You can turn the tide.
Only you, no one else,
Can determine and decide...
Who am I to you?
And...
What together we both can do.

You can turn the tide.
You, not me, has to qualify...
Which side of a lie to live,
And...
Who ultimately gets to feel,
A love without the trouble of getting dumped.
Who gets to feel,
A love without the trouble of being funked.
Who gets to feel,
A turn of the tide...
Without feeling pain inside.
Or loss of faith and hope,
When the tide gets high or low.

You can turn the tide.
Only you, no one else,
Can determine and decide...
Who am I to you?
And...
What together we both can do.

You can turn the tide.
You, not me, has to qualify...
Which side of a lie to live,
And...
Who ultimately gets to feel,
A love without the trouble of getting dumped.
Who gets to feel,
A love without the trouble of being funked.
Who gets to feel,
A turn of the tide...
Without feeling pain inside.
Or loss of faith and hope,
When the tide gets high or low.

Who gets to feel,
Safe, solid and sound without feeling down.
Who gets to feel,
Safe and solid with it known what we have found.
Who gets to feel,
A turn of the tide undenied no one hides.

You can turn the tide.
You, not me, has to qualify...
Which side of a lie to live,
And...
Who ultimately gets to feel,
Safe, solid and sound without feeling down.
Who gets to feel,
Safe and solid with it known what we have found.
Who gets to feel,
A turn of the tide undenied no one hides...
A love that shows to float a sinking boat.

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