Intro
D# Cm G# A#
Verses
D#
I use to think the world was flat
Cm
Rarely through my hat in the crowd
G# A#
Felt I used up my quota of yearning
D#
Used to look at all the children at night
Cm
In the glow of their donald duck light
G# A#
And frighten myself the thought of my little ones burning
Chorus
Cm A# D#
But oh oh oh, the tide is turning
Cm A# D#
the tide is turning