Wait for the Tide to Come In Fairport Convention

There's a time I remember
When I tired to be free
I fought like a lion
But I couldn't see that I was a loser
Before I fired the very first shot
And a back row seat in life was all I got

It was all right protesting
I could see it wearing thin
So I walk along the back roads
Waiting for the tide to come in

So the baliff makes you a traveling man
You swap your house for a Bedford Van
The countryside I closed
The law won't let you move
They'll push you through the country
What are they tryin' to prove

When you've no harm
Committеd no big sin
Just get out along the back roads
And wait for the tidе to come in

Hold on
Do you believe the politicians?
Hold on
Do you really think they'll listen
Hold on
Fighting to see it through