The Turning - Robin Trower

Far from this life of smoke and fear

I dreamed a path no one else could claim

Not one face ever stained with tears

Or blood that spilled in someone else’s name

Would not run, could not hide

From the perfect wave

Only those who know the tides

Are not swept away

Who would not chose the turquoise sky

Over the streets of steel and concrete gray?

Colors that once could free the mind

Become so drab, all joy begins to drain away

Every hope overwhelmed

Now the perfect storm

Washed away every stain

To show the world reborn

Time has come to lose the pasts

Ashes to the wind

When the first become the last

The turning shall begin