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 

But oh, oh, oh, the tide is turning 

Oh, oh, oh, the tide is turning 



Satellite 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, yeah, the tide is turning 

Oh, the tide is turning



Now the satellite's 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 I'm not saying that the battle is won 

But on Saturday night all those kids in the sun 

Wrested technology's sword from the hand of the War Lords 

Oh, oh, oh, the tide is turning 

Oh, oh, the tide is turning Sylvester 



Oh, oh, the tide is turning. (repeat many times)