Down in the hollow street’s cold, paltry light
a song warmed the air that night.
An old shadow leaned against the moon
playing this strange yet friendly tune.
Then he disappeared in the early dawn,
but somehow the song kept lingering on.    

 Tides will turn someday.
 So don’t let your dreams burn away.
 You can turn a different corner, ride another wave.
 May you learn from mistakes you’ve made.  

I searched the streets but he left without a trace.
Empty handed I walked around for days.
Just a few lines in my mind,
the rest of the song I have to find.
How long it will take, I don’t care,
for I know for sure it’s out there.    

 Tides will turn someday.
 So don’t let your dreams burn away.
 You can turn a different corner, ride another wave.
 May you learn from mistakes you’ve made.     

  I just keep on searchin’ all of the time,
  for I’ve got the reason, but I haven’t got the rhyme.    

 Tides will turn someday.
 So don’t let your dreams burn away.
 You can turn a different corner, ride another wave.
 May you learn from mistakes you’ve made