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lyrics: J. Morse © 1983 Tide is rising with the coming of dawn Shadows moving 'cross a manicured lawn Second hand sweeping through the circle it has drawn Everyone is aging till their lives are nearly gone Rhythm unrelenting -- back and forth it goes No manner of preventing all the highs and lows Change is always pending 'til time begins to slow Rhythm unrelenting. . . Rolling back and forth in waves of startling indecision Never gets a taste of stable time, lacking any precision All along, he wonders, "Which way should I go next? Maybe, if I could only see, I could pass this test" Rhythm unrelenting -- back and forth it goes No manner of preventing all the highs and lows Change is always pending 'til time begins to slow Rhythm unrelenting. . . Tide receding with the coming of night Spirits floating gently, drifting out of sight Second hand still sweeping, shining in the fading light Everyone still aging, too tired to put up a fight Rhythm unrelenting -- back and forth it goes No manner of preventing all the highs and lows Change is always pending 'til time begins to slow Rhythm unrelenting. . . |