Good Luck and High Tide

I'm going to ride Point Reyes

All the way to Fairbanks

Learn to be a patient man

And when I get there

Someone will have me a chair

Open the doors, and strike up the band

In a New York minute

In a country mile (in a country mile)

I'm taking my own time

It'll probably be awhile

Standing on the outside

Always looking in

Not seeing who I am

Only what I could have been

With a heart, a red light that wouldn't turn

But like good luck or high tide

I'll return

Feels like a life between

You can call it history

Carried away by the minute hand

I know what fell through mine

Washed up in the shoreline

Of a broken promised land

In a New York minute

In a country mile (in a country mile)

I'm taking my own time

It'll probably be awhile

Standing on the outside

Always looking in

Not seeing who I am

Only what I could have been

With a heart, a red light that wouldn't turn

But like good luck or high tide

I'll return

Like good luck or high tide

I'll return

I'll return