And say our ship is coming in
And who are we to touch the the wind
And say our ship is coming in
The turning tide
And who are we to touch the wind
And say our ship is coming in
Or will you say that I am reaching too high?
When time is gone and we are on the roundabout
Would you still laugh and be a clown when love runs out
I only know that I am reaching too high
I don't know if love can last
The turning tide
And who are we to touch the wind
Tell me the answer in your changing mind, changing mind