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