C
I used to think the world was flat
Am
Rarely threw my hat into the crowd
F G
I felt I had used up my quota of yearning
C
Used to look in on the children at night
Am
In the glow of their Donald Duck light
F G
And frighten myself with the thought of my little ones burning
Am G C
But oh, oh, oh, the tide is turning
Am G C
The tide is turning
C
Satellite buzzing through the endless night
Am
Exclusive to moonshots and world title fights
F G
Jesus Christ! Imagine what it must be earning!
C
Who is the strongest? Who is the best?
Am
Who holds the aces: the East or the West?
F G
This is the crap our children are learning!
Am G C
But oh, oh, oh, the tide is turning
Am G C
The tide is turning
Am G C
Oh, oh, oh, the tide is turning
C
Now the satellite's confused
'Cos on Saturday night
Am
The airwaves were full of compassion and light
F
And his silicon heart warmed
G
To the sight of a billion candles burning
Am G C
Oo, oo, oo, the tide is turning
Am G C
Oo, oo, oo, the tide is turning
(The tide is turning, Billy)
C
I'm not saying that the battle is won
Am
But on Saturday night all those kids in the sun
F G
Wrested technology's sword from the hand of the War Lords
Am G C
Oh, oh, oh, the tide is turning
Am G C
The tide is turning