Lyrics

THE RISING TIDE
by Duane Anzalone c 2004

Here it comes again
A wind that will knock you off your feet
Here it comes again
Like the sound of tires screamin down the street
When the wind dies
The silence will freeze you in your tracks
And your lips dry
From a scorchin wind that rises through the cracks

As your foot searches for the brakes
In your heart you know there?s no escape
From a rising tide that will sweep you aside

Here I am again
Waiting for the game to begin
On the sidelines
Much too afraid to jump in
There you go again
Tellin me that there?s no time to wait
Cause every now and then
I?m left standing at the gate

Maybe I had seen you in a dream
Where the waters fed into a stream
I let the rising tide fill me inside

Here it comes again
A wind that will knock you off your feet
Here it comes again
Like the sound of tires screamin down the street
When the wind dies
The silence will freeze you in your tracks
And your lips dry
From a scorchin wind that rises through the cracks

Maybe I had seen you in a dream
Where the waters fed into a stream
I let the rising tide fill me inside