A Turn of the Tide

Silver and gold, so I’m told
That’s what dreams are made of
A cup of wine, a taste so fine
But I guess I wasn’t born to follow
Now I’m standing next in line
Of all of those who waited
For a turn of the tide
Could be any day
Any day now
Any day at all
Peaches and crème
Dream baby, dream
Every cloud scattered silver lining
But the least so they say
You seem out the way
I guess it’s just a matter of timing
Now I’m standing next in line
Of all of those who waited
For a turn of the tide
Could be any day
Any day now
The lights will melt the day, pull down the shade
I might catch a glimpse one day if lock through vein
So I keep waiting
So I keep waiting
(For a turn of the tide)
I keep waiting
(For a turn of the tide)
Keep waiting
(For a turn of the tide)
I keep waiting waiting waiting
(For a turn of the tide)
Waiting waiting waiting
(For a turn of the tide)
I keep waiting
(For a turn of the tide)
I keep waiting
(For a turn of the tide)