Rising Tide

Country side, just rolling by, minutes chasing miles outside my window, moving on down the line. This rising tide it aint no friend of mine.

Good times come and then, good times go, hard for me to say the wind will blow it changes all the time. This rising tide it aint no friend of mine.

I brought the desert solitude, I sung the mountains lonely blues. While you waited for me well I didn\'t think that I would see the grass so green. It\'s a beautiful thing.

The sun will fall and the sun will rise, hard for me to say just who is winning, and who\'ll be left behind. This rising tide it aint no friend of mine.

Seasons come and then, seasons go. Hard for me to find a rhyme, or reason why I\'m still not satisfied This rising tide it aint no friend of mine.

I\'ve walked for miles in other shoes. I searched the stars for better news. And while you waited for me well I didn\'t think that I would see the earth so red, until I made my bed.

I\'ve crossed the ocean\'s salted green. I\'ve mourned for all that might have been. And while you waited for me well I didn\'t think that I would see the sky so blue. I\'m coming home for you.

My summer\'s song, it\'s longtime gone. Winter\'s rain and lightning dress my window, and there\'s thunder on down the line. This rising tide it aint no friend of mine.