I used to think the world was flat Rarely threw my hat into the crowd I felt I had used up my quota of yearning Used to look in on the children at night In the glow of their donald duck light And I frighten myself with the thought of my little ones burning Oh, oh, oh, the tide is turning Oh, oh, oh, the tide is turning Satellites buzzing through the endless night Exclusive to moonshots and world title fights Jesus christ, imagine what it must be earning Who is the strongest Who is the best Who holds the aces The east Or the west This is the crap our children are learning And oh, oh, the tide is turning Oh, oh, the tide is turning Oh, oh, oh, the tide is turning Oh, oh, oh, the tide is turning Oh, oh, oh, the tide is turning Now the satellites confused cos on saturday night The airwaves were full of compassion and light And his silicon heart warmed To the sight of a billion candles burning But, Im not saying that the battle is won But on saturday night all those kids in the sun Wrested technologys sword from the hand of the war lords Oh, the tide is turning Oh, the tide is turning Oh, the tide is turning Oh, the tide is turning (repeated)