John Michael Lind - Free Tide Lyrics

There is a tide in the affairs of men
Which taken at the flood leads to fortune
Omitted all the voyage of their life is bound
In shallows and in miseries

So get your hands out of your pants
Be ready for that cubic centimeter of chance
You never know when it might come again
You better be ready then

You might get a bonk on the conk
You might get a tap on the map
You might get a knock on the top of your clock
You might get a punch right in the lunch

Bring me my old beat up six
Bring me some whiskey and some picks
I won't hang around too very long
Long enough to sing my song

In your eyes time stands still
In your eyes I see truth
In your eyes I learn to feel
In your eyes I see love

In my heart are galaxies
In my heart there's light
In my heart you are safe
In my heart feel love

Bring me my old beat up six
Bring me some whiskey and some picks
I'll be hangin' around for a little while
Long enough to make you smile